Maybe Whitesnake had the answer

I have stumbled on a truth that I am holding close, considering, weighing, observing. I know it is true. I heard it come out of my mouth to a close friend over dinner. It is reoccurring. I thought I had outgrown it.

In the words of the great metal poets:

“Just another heart in need of rescue

Waiting on love’s sweet charity

I’m gonna hold on for the rest of my days

‘Cause I know what it means

To walk along the lonely street of dreams

And here I go again on my own

Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known

Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone

And I’ve made up my mind

I ain’t wasting no more time

But here I go again”

Long Live Tawny Kitaen

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