But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To

I Am Who I Am And I Have The Need To Be.

He Who Has Gone, So We But Cherish His Memory, Abides With Us, More Potent, Nay, More Present Than The Living Man.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

You'll Be Bothered From Time To Time By Storms, Fog, Snow. When You Are, Think Of Those Who Went Through It Before You, And Say To Yourself, 'what They Could Do, I Can Do.'

One Only Really Sees With The Heart.