For so long I’ve crippled at the thought of anything forward. But now I don’t walk alone, for my candle has a flame. What surrounds me burns bright, the distance still dark, but with each step everything is lit. There isn’t fear or chills down my spine, but warmth on my hands and this glow on my face. Everything will be okay, and I won’t be in a cave for much longer.
The Ramones - Fan Club Letter - 1977