How Far Is The Light Of The

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of The Candle

I Have Found The Heart And Will Never Leave This House Of Light.

Oh Sky, Without Me, Do Not Change, Oh Moon, Without Me, Do Not Shine; Oh Earth, Without Me, Do Not Grow, Oh Time, Without Me, Do Not Go. ...oh, You Cannot Go, Without Me.

Like A Sculptor, If Necessary, Carve A Friend Out Of Stone. Realize That Your Inner Sight Is Blind And Try To See A Treasure In Everyone.