You Are Out Of The Way Of

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

What Shall We Do My Darling, When Trial Grows More, And More, When The Dim, Lone Light Expires, And It's Dark, So Very Dark, And We Wander, And Know Not Where, And Cannot Get Out Of The Forest - Whose Is The Hand To Help Us, And To Lead, And Forever Guide Us? ... Where Do You Think I've Strayed And From What New Errand Returned. I Have Come From To And Fro, And Walking Up And Down The Same Place That Satan Hailed From When God Asked Where He'd Been.

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

In The Name Of The Bee And Of The Butterfly And Of The Breeze, Amen!

Common Sense Is Almost As Omniscient As God.