Saturday, December 22, 2007


For the heart is not juged by how much you know
but how much you are loved
So said the man behind the curtain
As I got back home and chew on my greens

All good
For me
All good

I can't come back till I know how it works
So they said

For I can't find where my heart to rest
T'is how I find the belief in myself
Love Life Work of my life
Belief in thyself

Till t'is the morning dew
Before the time arrives

Think to thyself
There is no place like home
Home is where thou residest
So I have been told

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