I've Come To Terms With It, It

May Your Hand Be Full For Always If Only With Another Hand. May Your Heart Be Empty Only Long Enough To Give You Cause To Fill It Up Again With Love. May Your Soul Be Lost By You Only To Be Found By God.

It Happens Just Because We Need To Want And To Be Wanted Too, When Love Is Here Or Gone To Lie Down In The Darkness And Listen To The Warm.

There's No Misery In Not Being Loved, Only In Not Loving.

Do Not Ask The Definition Of A Friend. He/she Is That One Without Whose Company Death And Dying Set In Earlier And Living Is Made More Pleasurable.

Unless You Call Attention To Your Presence Who Will Know You're There? Even A Country Has To Weave And Wave A Flag As Proof Of Its Existence.