The Earth We Share Is

The Dream We Were Conceived In Will Reveal A Joyful Face, And The World We Once Believed In Will Shine Again In Grace.

I Was Too Shy To Be Around Real People. It Wasn't Like Old Ladies Talking To Plants.

The Most Conspicuous Thing About Suffering Is, As W.h. Auden Once Observed, Its Banality. The Day Is Green, The Sun Is Shinging, Someone Is Eating, Or Opening A Window, The Torturer's Horse Is Scatching Its Innocent Behind On A Tree, And In A Mere Second Someone We Love Is Dead.

I Trembled To Think Of A World Without Stars. No Guide For The Sailor To Trust At See, No Jewels To Dazzle Our Sense Of Beauty [...] But All Around The Globe, The Air Is So Dirty And The Lights From The Cities Are So Bright That For Some People Few Stars Can Be Seen Anymore. A Generation Of Children May Grow Up Seeing A Blank Sky And Asking, "did There Used To Be Stars There?

When You Want To Be Close To Me, Listen To The Music. The Love Is Stored There And Will Not Die.