Laughter Is The Language Of The Soul.

When Did The Lemons Learn The Same Creed As The Sun?

What Can I Say Without Touching The Earth With My Hands?

And Our Problems Will Crumble Apart, The Soul / Blow Through Like A Wind, And Here Where We Live Will All Be Clean Again, With Fresh Bread On The Table.

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.

Love, How Many Roads To Obtain A Kiss.