Everything You Gather Is Just One That

Being In A Floodplain Is Like Sitting Down In A Bathtub.

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World, But The Heart Has Its Beaches, Its Homeland, And Thoughts Of Its Own. Wake Now, Discover That You Are The Song That The Morning Brings, But The Heart Has Its Seasons Its Evenings, And Songs Of Its Own

...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To The Music Play.

Sometimes We Live No Particular Way But Our Own

Inspiration, Move Me Brightly, Light The Song With Sense And Color, Hold Away Despair