All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

People Want You To Be Happy, Don't Keep Serving Them Your Pain

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

Don't Dismiss The Heart, Even If It's Filled With Sorrow. God's Treasures Are Buried In Broken Hearts.