I Make A Good Living

I Sit Before Flowers Hoping They Will Train Me In The Art Of Opening Up I Stand On Mountain Tops Believing That Avalanches Will Teach Me To Let Go I Know Nothing But I Am Here To Learn.

Maybe The Best We Can Hope For Is That Those We Leave Behind Find Comfort In Knowing, That We’re Born Out Of Love, And Not Science. That Biology Explains The How, But Love Explains The Why

Everyone Knows Pain. We Are Not Meant To Carry It Forever. We Were Never Meant To Hold It So Closely, So Be Certain In The Belief That What Pain Belongs To Now Will Belong Soon To Then. That When Someone Asks You How Was Your Day, Realize That For Some Of Us - It's The Only Way We Know How To Say, Be Calm. Loosen Your Grip, Opening Each Palm, Slowly Now - Let Go.

This Is My Voice. There Are Many Like It, But This One Is Mine.

You See, The Deaf Have An Intimacy With Silence. It’s There In Their Dreams.