And If You Sing Though As Angels,

We Are All Like The Bright Moon, We Still Have Our Darker Side.

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

He Who Denies His Heritage, Has No Heritage

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.