What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That,

Your Longing For Me Is My Message To You, All Your Attempts To Reach Me, Are In Reality My Attempts To Reach You.

If Words Come Out Of The Heart, They Will Enter The Heart.

The Images We Create Could Turn Into Wild Beasts And Tear Us To Pieces.

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You

Give Up To Grace. The Ocean Takes Care Of Each Wave 'til It Gets To Shore. You Need More Help Than You Know.