You Who Choose To Lead Must Follow.

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World, But The Heart Has Its Beaches, Its Homeland, And Thoughts Of Its Own. Wake Now, Discover That You Are The Song That The Morning Brings, But The Heart Has Its Seasons Its Evenings, And Songs Of Its Own

The Storyteller Makes No Choice, Soon You Will Not Hear His Voice, His Job Is To Shed Light, And Not To Master

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

I Feel I've Got 10 Books In Me.