When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The

My Soul Is My Guide, For My Soul Is Of That Abode. I Will Not Speak Of The Earthly. I Am Of The Unknown

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.

From Myself I Am Copper, Through You, Friend, I Am Gold. From Myself I’m A Stone, But Through You, I Am A Gem!

Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned To Gold.