Although Nothing Has Come Yet, Something Is

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey, A Terrible Journey. But, Sorrow Is At Least An Arriving.

For Who Can Stop The Heart From Breaking?

When I Go Up There, Which Is My Intention, The Big Judge Will Say To Me, Where Are Your Wounds? And If I Say I Haven’t Any, He Will Say, Was There Nothing To Fight For? I Couldn’t Face That Question. (ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)

For Fear Will Rob Him Of All If He Gives Too Much.

The Tragedy Is Not That Things Are Broken. The Tragedy Is That Things Are Not Mended Again.