If I Weren't The Way I Am,

God Can Only Be Comprehended As Love.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

Even If People Censure Me, They Should Do So Hat In Hand.

What I Wanted And What I Visualized While Composing Has Not Always Been Realized.

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.