I don't know if it's natural
I don't know if it's real
All I really know is
how it makes me feel
when I feel empty
it makes me feel full
and all I know is that
it's beautiful

This is what's meant by faith
This is what I believe
I do not need the pictures
because my heart will never leave
It hurts to look away
The kingdom of my love
My siblings here give off the smell
of rain that falls from above

Stop.

Don't hesitate. Don't worry.

Don't fret, please.

Sometimes, it's stressful.

Sometimes, it's just sad.

Sometimes, it's okay.

But never is it...exciting.

Can I? Absolutely.

Shall I? I do not know.

Will I? Maybe.

What about you?

Listen. Don't think. Forget.

Simplify. Everything will change.

The birds will fly.

The rain will fall.

Your hands will be still.

Your heart will beat slowly.

And everything will change.

Let me share with you

A genius idea:

Let us open our minds.

Let us open our hearts.

Let us change our attitudes.

Let us...dance.

Even if you can't see it,

Or taste it or touch it,

Reach for my hand in the

Middle of the night.

Take it. Together

We shall fly, we shall fall,

We shall be still and

We shall beat slowly.

We shall change the world.

Stop.

Let us believe

For twenty-four hours.

And all that is good and

Sweet in the world

Shall fly in our direction.

You watch.

Everything will change.

It is a feeling I cannot express
I feel that I know you so well
We've been together through joy and pain
together we've surfaced from hell

There is no relationship stronger than this
and there is no one I'd rather be with
I know you and you know me
and our love has set us free

I feel no regret and there's nothing to fret
not one of the sorrows that we will forget
I know we'll destroy our strife
You are the love of my life

I want to take a stand
extend my human hand
and to be tall
but most of all
I want to understand

Well, I set out upon my feet, underneath the rain-killing heat
and pain is all we tend to greet, when honestly all is well
I looked behind me not to find was it the liars or the kind?
with human eyes we still are blind, so how can we ever tell?
my mother’s car came running down, reflecting the sun’s yell
and into its door I fell