I Have An Appetite For Silence.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And There Lies Freedom.

What Fortitude The Soul Contains, That It Can So Endure The Accent Of A Coming Foot- The Opening Of A Door.

Nothing More Do I Ask Than To Share With You The Ecstasy And Sacrament Of My Life.

I Wonder If It Hurts To Live, And If They Have To Try, And Whether, Could They Choose Between, They Would Not Rather Die.