Yellow Rose, Oh my god, I'm so sorry about the tumor. Wish I could yank a knot in a bunch of deserving tails for ya right now.

Anyway, from my fav radio station,

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth

Best,

Punkt

These are my friends now!

But someday baby...
You ain't worry my life anymore

Take away, take away what I don't need, save the good part please. Fade away, fade away.