my skin’s becoming nothing and my body’s falling off I’m something I have never been, much more than what I was I’m reaching higher altitudes and talking to the stars and every single one of them has asked me where You are I summoned all the strength I had - in Spirit and in Truth and told them of the depths to which I’ve come to know of You You’re nothing like the others, You can’t even be compared You’re every Hallelujah that I didn’t know was there If anybody calls me to be anywhere but here I’ll walk away in silence and completely disappear
«Кто хочет иметь друзей, тот и сам должен быть дружелюбным; и бывает друг, более привязанный, нежели брат.» Притчи Соломона 18:25