- Blackmore’s Night: Just call my name (I’ll be there). Part of me hates it, being so selfless. Some’ve argued that I’d be better off not caring as much as I do. Easy for them to say. All I had to do was to look around and that’d be enough to make my heart ache for all those I saw suffer and being in pain. Did I say part of me hates it? Well, perchance. Then again, I’ve never truly understood myself, wondering often if I wasn’t better off never having been born. I need something that will rebuild me. Naïve. Stupid. Blind. Ignorant. Foolish. I just love too much... Children. How it shines...