Until The Juice Ferments A While In

Nightingales Are Put In Cages Because Their Songs Give Pleasure. Whoever Heard Of Keeping A Crow?

People Want You To Be Happy. Don't Keep Serving Them Your Pain! If You Could Untie Your Wings And Free Your Soul Of Jealousy, You And Everyone Around You Would Fly Up Like Doves.

Nothing I Say Can Explain To You Divine Love Yet All Of Creation Cannot Seem To Stop Talking About It.

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.

No One Knows What Makes The Soul Wake Up So Happy! Maybe A Dawn Breeze Has Blown The Veil From The Face Of God.