Bring The Sky Beneath Your Feet And

We Are As Pieces Of Chess Engaged In Victory And Defeat!

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You

Never Be Without Remembrance Of Him, For His Remembrance Gives Strength And Wings To The Bird Of The Spirit.

Throw Off Your Tiredness. Let Me Show You One Tiny Spot Of The Beauty That Can't Be Spoken.