Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart.
I ain’t no hard rock like you, but when it comes to my girl, I’m all heart. I’m do or die. So, kill me all you want to. Stab your hate into my love. You might kill me, but you’ll never beat me. ‘Cause I got love, and you’ll probably never even know what that is.
The struggle that takes place in the ring is a reflection of the struggle that takes place in our minds and in our hearts.
You can talk to a wee one in a way you canna talk to anyone else. You can pour out yer heart to them without choosing your words or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul.