Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of

You Shall Not Dwell In Tombs Made By The Dead For The Living.

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets

A Traveller I Am, And A Navigator, And Everyday I Discover A New Region Within My Soul.

I Would Not Exchange The Sorrows Of My Heart For The Joys Of The Multitude. And I Would Not Have The Tears That Sadness Makes To Flow From My Every Part Turn Into Laughter. I Would That My Life Remain A Tear And A Smile.

How Beautiful To Find A Heart That Loves You, Without Asking You For Anything, But To Be Okay.