The Motorcycle Black Madonna Two Wheeled Gypsy

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something - Something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It.

If Ever Asked To Look At Yourself, Don't.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.