The Angel Is Free Because Of His

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

When The Goodwill Of Hearts Is With You, Fountains Of Wisdom Will Begin To Flow From Within Your Own Being.

You Try To Be Faithful And Sometimes You're Cruel. You Are Mine. Then, You Leave. Without You, I Can't Cope. And When You Take The Lead, I Become Your Footstep. Your Absence Leaves A Void. Without You, I Can't Cope. You Have Disturbed My Sleep, You Have Wrecked My Image. You Have Set Me Apart. Without You, I Can't Cope.