I Am So Happy, I Cannot Be

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

Idle Man, Chases After Fairy Tales.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.