There's Light And Joy, But

This Is Our World. Aye, There's More Than Enough Of Darkness In It. But Over Everything There's All This Joy, Kit. There's All This Lovely, Lovely Light.

We Have To Allow Ourselves To See What There Is To See, And We Have To Imagine.

They Say That Shoulder Blades Are Where Your Wings Were, When You Were An Angel," She Said. "they Say They're Where Your Wings Will Grow Again One Day.

We Have To Allow Ourselves To See What There Is To See, And We Have To Imagine.

Maybe We're All In Somebody's Dream. Maybe Everything's A Dream, And Nothing Else.