But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

When Folks Find I Ain't Afeard To Speak My Mind On Their Affairs, They Kinder Guess I'm Tellin' The Truth About My Own.

The Creator Who Could Put A Cancer In A Believer's Stomach Is Above Being Interfered With By Prayers.

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

Your Voices Break And Falter In The Darkness, Break, Falter, And Are Still.