Come To The Root Of The Root

The Earth Turns To Gold, In The Hands Of The Wise.

When There's No Sign Of Hope In The Desert, So Much Hope Still Lives Inside Despair. Heart, Don't Kill That Hope.

I Am Like The Heaven, Like The Moon, Like A Candle By Your Glow; I Am All Reason, All Love, All Soul, By Your Soul.

Come On Sweetheart Let's Adore One Another Before There Is No More Of You And Me

Know Mankind Well, Don't Degrade Every Man As Evil, And Don't Exalt Every Man Thinking He Is Good. He Who Cannot Discover Himself; Cannot Discover The World.