Journal of Quixote

I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie. A fantasy we create about People and places as we'd like them to be. But you know what truth is? It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with This morning, the same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn ch..