They Say 'he Cannot Be Found'. Something

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

The Rule That Covers Everything Is: How You Are With Others, Expect That Back.

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.

Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.