You Can Crush The Flowers, But You

Love, How Many Roads To Obtain A Kiss.

Maybe Someone Will Know I Didn't Weave Crowns To Draw Blood; That I Faught Against Mockery; That I Did Fill The High Tide Of My Soul With Truth. I Repaid Vileness With Doves.

In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

Is 4 The Same 4 For Everybody? Are All Sevens Equal? When The Convict Ponders The Light Is It The Same Light That Shines On You?

And The Verse Falls To The Soul Like Dew To The Pasture.