The clarity of her voice in the middle of that could have been Summer’s day; A girl enthralled in the dream of a cafe in Paris, France; California, New York. It was inspiring. I mean, really inspiring, it gave me the kind of hope that could make a man feel like living. It was the kind of hope that woke me up each morning, faith to continue each mundane task I must performed. It was the kind of hope that continously leads me back to your heart.