“There is somethingcomfortingabout a lighthouse.In the dark of the night,hold on to the light,and you’ll getback home safely.I need a personal lighthouse.”

“Was it hard?" I ask.Letting go?"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.”

“In the quiet of the night, Brooklyn baby tucked in tight.Close your eyes, everything's all right.Dreams will take you to the light.Like a star, you're lovely and bright.So sleep baby girl, sleep all night.”

“Music is so personal.”

“Thank you for a lullaby last night. Thank you for the boy who sang it.”

“Friends will keep us happy.Our family keeps us warm.We’ll party through the good timesand hold tight through the storms.”

“Cade motions with a nod to follow him. He's holding the pole, and I'm the fish on the line. Just how far will he pull me in?”