Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven, I Want To Love, I Want To Pray, I Want To Believe In Good.

In People's Eyes I Readpages Of Malice And Sin.

Out Of Life's Storm I Carried Only A Few Ideas - And Not One Feeling.

I Was Ready To Love The Whole World, But No One Understood Me, And I Learned To Hate.