Well, The First Days Are

Comes A Time When The Blind Man Takes Your Hand Says Don't You See?

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

The Storyteller Makes No Choice, Soon You Will Not Hear His Voice, His Job Is To Shed Light, And Not To Master

I Feel I've Got 10 Books In Me.

Destroy Yourself Physically And Morally And Insist That All True Brothers Do Likewise As An Expression Of Unity.