
Gazing into the night sky over the ocean, a shooting star streaks across. I think to myself, Is it her, my angel showing me her presence? I continue to stare, a glimpse of my childhood. A little Catholic Irish boy, already an exception to God's rules with my dark...

Gazing into the night sky over the ocean, a shooting star streaks across. I think to myself, Is it her, my angel showing me her presence? I continue to stare, a glimpse of my childhood. A little Catholic Irish boy, already an exception to God's rules with my dark...