In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem

Make My Heart, O Heart Of The Universe, A Divine Bird That Nests Only On The Throne Of God.

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.

Love Will Find Its Way Through All Languages On Its Own.

To Love Is Human. To Feel Pain Is Human. Yet To Still Love Despite The Pain Is Pure Angel.

There Is A King Who Is Aware Of Every Mask You Put On