A Man May Forgive Many Wrongs, But

One Never Knows Really How Things Are With Other People, They Just Do Always Seem More Spirited Than Oneself Somehow.

As Nature Is Always Careless And Indifferent Who Sees, Who Steps, Means Nothing And This Is Pretty.

My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers, I Used To Swing Like This For Hours, I Did Not Care For War Or Death, I Was Glad To Draw My Breath.

I Made Man With Too Many Faults. Yet I Love Him. And If He Wishes, I Have A Home Above For Him.

Death's Not A Separation Or Alteration Or Parting; It's Just A One-handled Door.