Let There Be Songs To Fill The

One Man Gathers What Another Man Spills

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World, But The Heart Has Its Beaches, Its Homeland, And Thoughts Of Its Own. Wake Now, Discover That You Are The Song That The Morning Brings, But The Heart Has Its Seasons Its Evenings, And Songs Of Its Own

I Feel I've Got 10 Books In Me.

...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To The Music Play.

Poised For Flight, Wings Spread Bright, Spring From Night Into The Sun.