If You Wanted To, It Would Be

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.

You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot Before Your Eyes

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

Either I'm Too Sensitive, Or Else I'm Gettin' Soft