Bless My Eyes This Morning, Jah Sun

The Winds That Sometimes Take Something We Love, Are The Same That Bring Us Something We Learn To Love. Therefore We Should Not Cry About Something That Was Taken From Us, But, Yes, Love What We Have Been Given. Because What Is Really Ours Is Never Gone Forever.

One Bright Morning When My Work Is Over I Will Fly Away Home.

My Feet Is My Only Carriage.

Beginnings Are Usually Scary, And Endings Are Usually Sad, But Its Everything In Between That Makes It All Worth Living.

I've Been Here Before And Will Come Again, But I'm Not Going This Trip Through.