Craig's Blog of Destiny

In the softest voice
there's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes
there's a soul so young
In the shakiest will
there's a core of steel
On the smoothest ride
there's a squeaky wheel

In the sweetest child
there's a vicious streak
In the strongest man
there's a child so weak
In the whole wide world
there's no magic place
So you might as well rise,
put on your bravest face

- Neil Peart