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.