“My SongSo many memories,and I'm still young.So many dreams, my song's just begun. Sometimes I hearmy private melody grow,then the sound vanishes,but returns, I now know. I've heard my heart break;wounded, I've felt alone,but slowly I learnedto thrive on my own.I want to keep learning, to depend my song;in whatever I work may my best self grow strong.It's still the morning,the green spring of my life.i'm starting my journey,family and friends at my side,my song inside, and love as my guide.My family wonderswhere I will go.I wonder too. I long to discover how to protect the earth, our home,hear world sisters and brothers, who feel so alone.Hearts and hands opento those close and those far,a great family circlewith peace our lodestar.No child should be hungry.All children should read,be healthy and safe,feel hope, learn to lead.It's still the morning,the spring of my lifeI'm starting my journey,family and friends at my side,my song inside,and love as my guide. I'm take wrong turnsand again lose my way.I'll search for wise answers, listen, study and pray.So many memories, and I'm still young.So many dreams; my own song has begun.I'll resist judging othersby their accents and skin,confront my life challenges, improve myself within.Heeding my song-for life's not easy or fair-I'll persist, be a lightresist the snare of despair. Mysteriously,I've grown to feel strong.I'm preparing to lead.I'm composing my song.It's still the morning,the spring of my life.I'm starting my journey, family and friends at my side,my song inside, and love as my guide.”

“I had an amazing feeling when I finally held the tape in my hand. I just thought to myself that in the palm of my hand, there was this one tape that had all these memories and feelings and great joy and sadness. Right there in the palm of my hand. And I thought about how many people have loved those songs, And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs, I bed if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.”

“...for the first time in my life, a voice went off in my head:'You have no power over what happens in your life. Drugs dictate exactly what you're going to do. You've taken your hands off the steering wheel, and you're going wherever the drug world takes you.'That had never changed. The feeling would well up inside of me, and no matter how much I loved my girl or my band or my friends or my family, when that siren song 'Go get high now' started playing in my head, I was off.”

“I didn’t have anyone, but every time I walked through those doors I felt like each of those authors was my family and the characters they created were all my friends. I counted on them. They were all I ever had. All I still have. Now that the store may go out of business I feel like I’m losing my family and friends. I love all my books. Being a book lover saved my life.”

“A friend is someone who hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.”

“A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.”