Hold On To The Reins Of Love

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.