Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your

You Will Not See That Desire Begets Love, Until It All Flames Into One Concise And Metallic Blaze.

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.

When You Would Think, "what Was The Use Of It," You'll Remember Something You Can't Grasp And You'll Wonder What It Was.