Escape From The Black Cloud That Surrounds

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.

Do Thou Smile Like The Rose At Loss And Gain; For The Rose, Though Its Petals Be Torn Asunder, Still Smiles On, And It Is Never Cast Down.

The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The Fire Of Passion. Lovers Leave Traces Of Where They've Been. The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

Such A Strong Thing Love, Changes Everything.