And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will

I Wish I Were A Candle In The Darkness.

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.