Every Bird Will Follow It's

Escape From The Black Cloud That Surrounds You. Then You Will See Your Own Light As Radiant As The Full Moon.

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

We Are All Bathed In The Same Light.