Idle Man, Chases After Fairy Tales.

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.

You Are The Truth From Foot To Brow. Now, What Else Would You Like To Know?

Beyond The Rightness Or Wrongness Of Things There Is A Field, I'll Meet You There

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