I Want Your Sun To Reach My

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

You Suppose You Are The Trouble But You Are The Cure You Suppose That You Are The Lock On The Door But You Are The Key That Opens It It's Too Bad That You Want To Be Someone Else You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.

When The Ocean Surges, Don't Let Me Just Hear It. Let It Splash Inside My Chest!

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.