The Dream Of Man's Heart

When The Striving Ceases, There Is Life Waiting As A Gift.

The Hour That Burst The Spirit's Sleep.

The Flesh Would Shrink And Go, The Blood Would Dry, But No One Believes In His Mind Of Minds Or Heart Of Hearts That The Pictures Do Stop.

Goodness Is Achieved Not In A Vacuum, But In The Company Of Other Men, Attended By Love.

Myself Is Thus And So, And Will Continue Thus And So. And Why Fight It? My Balance Comes From Instability.