You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

Revile Those Who Flatter You.

There Is A Candle In Your Heart, Ready To Be Kindled.

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same.

Sing To Me In The Silence Of Your Heart And I Will Rise Up To Hear Your Triumphant Song.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.