Waiting For Wisdom To Open

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

I'm A Child Of The Woods. I Have That Sort Of Sensibility.

Love When You Can, Cry When You Have To, Be Who You Must, That's A Part Of The Plan. Await Your Arrival With Simple Survival, And One Day We'll All Understand.

Death Is There To Keep Us Honest And Constantly Remind Us We Are Free.

You're Successful If You Can Get One Person To Pick It Up And Put It On The Turntable And Go, Wow, Thanks For Writing That!