i was born in the city of toronto. given on the third of july. beneath the stars and satellites on the ceiling of my room i would cry. saying mother do you know where i've been hiding? father do you know where i have been? in the yard under the maple tree, these shoes are getting too small for my feet. it won't be long before i'm on my own. i'm hoping that the stars and the satellites will always bring me home. brother do you know what i've been wishing? that i would let the time fly if i could. cuz my eyes have always tried to see much further than my mind has understood. 25 years old and I am worried that i might never take the time i need, cuz my head has always been so much older than my shoulders can believe. it won't be long before i'm gone, it's true. and i'm hoping that the stars and the satellites will bring me home to you. well you said you were a firm believer in anything except your current state of mind. you're like the smoke from a house on fire, or from the ashes of a burning cigarette. you're like the feeling of a new beginning; it's more familiar than anything you've known. it's probably just the whiskey talking. it's true, when we we're introduced, i never felt so good, i never felt so true. playing games in an age of empires, the screen flashed