Sing To Me In The Silence Of

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.

Whatever Lifts The Corners Of Your Mouth, Trust That

I Opened My Arms To Love And Love Embraced Me Like A Lover