Sail On, Sail On, O' Might Ship

Someone Gave Me Wishes And I Wished For An Embrace.

I'd Written A Lot Of Songs With Hummingbirds In Them. None Of Them Ever Came To Anything, But I Did Write A Few Lines Last Month. It Went Like This: 'listen To The Hummingbird Whose Wings You Cannot See. Listen To The Hummingbird, Don't Listen To Me'.

The Wars They Will Be Fought Again The Holy Dove Be Caught Again Bought And Sold And Bought Again; The Dove Is Never Free.

A Scar Is What Happens When The Word Is Made Flesh.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.