In The Depth Of My Soul There

They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

The Sea That Calls All Things Unto Her Cals Me, And I Must Embark.

Because The Soul Is Like A Flower That Folds Its Petals When Dark Comes, And Breathes Not Its Fragrance Into The Phantoms Of The Night.

Hearts United In Pain And Sorrow Will Not Be Separated By Joy And Happiness. Bonds That Are Woven In Sadness Are Stronger Than The Ties Of Joy And Pleasure. Love That Is Washed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Faithful.

Work Is Love Made Visable.