So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
My gender ceased to exist inside me whenever I sing my feelings; soul has no gender.
Tears of missing you raced down my cheeks; please don't go, your arms are my tears of joy
It is a divine gift to find the light inside while in the midst of despair.
Why do all great men, live not long enough, to see their greatness?