Listen. Make A Way For Yourself Inside

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

I’ve Been Looking For A Long, Long Time, For This Thing Called Love, I’ve Ridden Comets Across The Sky, And I’ve Looked Below And Above. Then One Day I Looked Inside Myself, And This Is What I Found, A Golden Sun Residing There, Beaming Forth God’s Light And Sound.

No One Looks Back And Regrets Leaving This World. What's Regretted Is How Real We Thought It Was.

Be An Empty Page, Untouched By Words.