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Everyone changes as the years go by. Making a long lasting relationship takes work and a love that endures.

For the gallant people of Ukraine. An inspiration to the entire world! We should never take freedom for granted.

The song is about war despair no light at the end of the tunnel. And it's all because the sycophants, the people who look down on us for their own gain, as they rule the world. The sky is dark there is no sun there is no warmth there is no hope. The sky is just basically a roof that keeps out the light and if I ever see the light again it will be short-term. They will always be sycophants that come along and take control. It's been like that since the start of time. This lyric is very abstract, and there's a lot of ways you can interpret it. Even I'm having a tough time explaining why I wrote it and what it all means.

I dated a girl long time ago who is not in the cards if you can believe that. She wasn't that sentimental. And I think it's ironic that me being a writer I used to like to buy her cards because I felt the words inside with different than things that I could write in a sense. She did like flowers though, what girl doesn't. So I would buy a card from time to time and she would wait to open them or sometimes she would just open them and put them on the counter but she never put him in a place that I could see it like on a mantle or something like that. I found it strange for such a loving kind girl. We were both in our 30s, and very much in love but for some reason she thought that cards were just too much. Maybe I gave her too many. It's not to say that I didn't ever write songs about her, or lyrics about her if you will, or palms here and there. People say I should have gotten a job at hallmark, but that's not the way I write. What I write is very obscure, abstract at times, in the moment, and usually specific to a situation, thing, or person. It's also about subjects.

This lyric is about my mother obviously, and her true love for me. I'm her only son and the oldest of two, as I have a younger sister. No matter what I've done, but gone through she's always been there to lend a hand, to pick me up when I was down, and just to show me the love that a mother shows her child. I just had lunch with her the other day, and sat and talked with her for over 2 hours. That's the first time in a long time that I've been able to sit down and have a comfortable conversation with her, because of my past, and my guilt. She doesn't have any resentments toward me or have any notions of me being a troubled, mixed up, bad guy. She sees me as successful, loving, kind, karen, and extremely empathetic and responsive to others needs. I gave my father credit for the creativity, as he was highly talented as a painter, writer, photographer, and a top advertising executive. But I have to give my mother all the credit for me being the loving person that I am. I would lend a hand to anybody, and I try not to judge anyone. I know my mother never judged me.