I can’t say just how many times that these two – together or separate – have helped me get through the dark.

I love both of their voices.

Don’t give up
‘Cause you have friends
Don’t give up
You’re not beaten yet
Don’t give up
I know you can make it good

I’ve been (pennywise) poor, poor, rich, poor, poor, poor. Looked down on, looked up to, looked DOWN on. I’ve been loved and hated.

Don’t give up
You’re not beaten yet
Don’t give up
I know you can make it good

I’m still here, though :o)

P.S. My friends whether just mates, extended fam or blood relatives are freaking AWESOME. And I love the very bones of them. FACT