A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks:  “Aren’t you tired of waiting?”  “Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.

A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.

He has abandoned his life to understanding that moment in Dallas, the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century.

And music has always been incredibly cathartic for me, whether it&#39;s writing my own stuff or singing other people&#39;s music; it&#39;s very freeing.

Written By Sarah McLachlan

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