Is It Really So That The One

Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With A Chisel - I Am The Carpenter Of My Own Soul.

Because I Cannot Sleep I Make Music At Night.

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New: Passion Lops Off The Bough Of Weariness. Passion Is The Elixir That Renews: How Can There Be Weariness When Passion Is Present? Oh, Don't Sigh Heavily From Fatigue: Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives. But This Dove Here Senses The Love Hawk Floating Above, And Waits, And Will Not Be Driven Or Scared To Safety.

Sometimes You Hear A Voice Through The Door Calling You... This Turning Toward What You Deeply Love Saves You.