The Soul Is Here For Its Own

There Is One Way Of Breathing That Is Shameful And Constricted. Then, There's Another Way: A Breath Of Love That Takes You All The Way To Infinity.

Oh Soul, You Worry Too Much. You Have Seen Your Own Strength. You Have Seen Your Own Beauty. You Have Seen Your Golden Wings. Of Anything Less, Why Do You Worry? You Are In Truth The Soul, Of The Soul, Of The Soul.

While Still In The Cage Of Your Being Behold The Spirit Bird Before It Flies Away.

Lovers Have Heartaches That Can't Be Cured By Drugs Or Sleep, Or Games, But Only By Seeing Their Beloved.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.