We Are Born Of Love.

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.

A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice You Can Barely See.

In The Middle Of My Heart, A Star Appeared, And The Seven Heavens Were Lost In Its Brilliance.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.