I've Come To Terms With It, It

No Map To Help Us Find The Tranquil Flat Lands, Clearings Calm, Fields Without Mean Fences. Rolling Down The Other Side Of Life Our Compass Is The Sureness Of Ourselves. Time May Make Us Rugged, Ragged Round The Edges, But Know And Understand That Love Is Still The Safest Place To Land.

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.

People Ask Me Why I Connected. It Was Presumptuous Of Me To Say, But I'm Everyman. The Difference Is I Put My Thoughts Into Words.

I've Come To Terms With It, It Knows I Know.