Love is a well,
  So full and so deep.
The water is pure,
  The taste of it sweet.
Love is a story
  That never gets old;
A legend of peace,
  The best ever told.
Love is a bird
  That sings at first light;
Sailing in the wind,
  Lost in its flight.
Love is forgiveness,
  And letting it go;
Moving ahead,
  And taking it slow.
Love is a kiss
  That enters the soul;
A beautiful melody,
  That pierces the cold.

Love is you,
  And love is me.
Love is all,
  And love is WE.

My soul ascends, as the moon, it lifts
Above the clouds in the dark abyss;
  The light descends upon my frame
  And dances with my mind untamed.
My life becomes a granted wish;
This night is one I'll not forget.

GOD,

Return my heart and mind
  To perfect love and truth.
I seek what is divine,
  The innocence of youth.
Remind me who I am,
  And teach me how to stand;
Teach me how to live,
  And show me that I can.

When you realize that you lack nothing,
    Then you will have everything.
                                           :)

The walls of your soul that you
  Toil away building;
The windows are dark and the
  Bricks are unyielding...

( Hate, with a hammer, cracks the wall;
   But Love, with a whisper, makes it fall. )

How many times have I told you, Believe?
And then will you learn how to truly Receive.
  For giving is getting -- these two are the same;
  And living is learning to dance in the rain.

When I was five, I ran away.
I took my favourite teddy,
Three packets of raisins,
And a blanket.
I climbed the huge old sycamore tree,
In the middle of common,
And I stayed there until it got dark.

When I was seven,
I ran away.
We were in town,
I’d been left outside the bank.
So I simply walked away.
Maybe that was the start of it.
Walking. Not running.
Disappearing. Not fighting.

When I was ten,
I ran away for real.
I took my piggy bank,
My mother’s purse,
A change of socks,
And I left just as it got dark.

When I was fourteen,
I discovered there was a different way out,
How to leave the madhouse?
Join the inmates.

When I was fifteen,
I was sent to see a man with a beard,
He asked me questions, all of them meaningless,
But one.
Why had I jumped?
I smiled. I’d been dead for a while, you see.
“Because I thought I would fly.”