There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into

No One Can Tell If I’m Laughing Or Weeping. I Wonder Myself.

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

Quit Acting Like A Wolf, And Feel The Shepherd's Love Filling You.

Explanation By The Tongue Makes Most Things Clear, But Love Unexplained Is Clearer.

We May Know Who We Are Or We May Not. We May Be Muslims, Jews Or Christians But Until Our Hearts Become The Mould For Every Heart We Will See Only Our Differences.