Words Are The Mind's Wings,

What I Am Looking For Is Not Out There, It Is In Me.

How Futile Are Words In The Ears Of Those Who Mourn.

Once I Knew Only Darkness And Stillness... My Life Was Without Past Or Future... But A Little Word From The Fingers Of Another Fell Into My Hand That Clutched At Emptiness, And My Heart Leaped To The Rapture Of Living.

Everything Has Its Wonders, Even Darkness And Silence, And I Learn, Whatever State I May Be In, Therein To Be Content.

Strike Against War, For Without You No Battles Can Be Fought.