Don't Let Your Eyes Refuse To Seedon't

Well It's The Hurt I Hide That Fuels The Fires Inside Me

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.

We All Have That Inner Voice That Is Wise, Even If We Don't Always Follow It. It's That Voice I'm Trying To Listen To.

Writing Songs Is Not Something I Wanted To Share With People For A Long Time. It Was Precious To Me. I Didnt Want Someone To Crush It. I Waited Until I Felt Strong Enough To Take The Criticism.

I Need Space Between Me And The Audience - And The More Space The Better.