Chris wrote:
Like every star, every person has a place in this world.
I like that signature of yours, Chris! It has a hopeful ring to it.
By the way, I'm trying to obtain The Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby" right now. I remember hearing it before, and it appeals to me. I found the lyrics to this song, and it nearly made me cry:
Quote:
I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.
Elleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been;
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father MacKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear;
No one comes near.
Look at him working,
Nodding his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.
Elleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried alone with her name.
Nobody came.
Father MacKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her grave.
No one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?