You Don't See Your Own Face, Your

I Have Lived On The Lip Of Insanity, Wanting To Know Reasons, Knocking On A Door. It Opens. I've Been Knocking From The Inside.

Weep Like The Waterwheel, That Green Herbs May Spring Up From The Courtyard Of Your Soul. If You Wish For Tears, Have Mercy On One Who Sheds Tears; If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

Lose Your Soul In God's Love... I Swear There Is No Other Way !

Let Yourself Be Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of That Which You Truly Love.