You Left And I Cried Tears Of

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

For Years, Copying Other People, I Tried To Know Myself. From Within, I Couldn't Decide What To Do. Unable To See, I Heard My Name Being Called. Then I Walked Outside.

Every Prophet And Every Saint Has A Way, But All Lead To God. All Ways Are Really One.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit. Join It, And Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise. Drink All Your Passion, And Be A Disgrace. Close Both Eyes To See With The Other Eye.