His name is homer im sure its homer he's the man after u cross the bridge next to the house <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />
There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be
There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face
