Its where my demons hide.

I won't give up on us

If I cannot fly, let me sing.

The taste of moon's song.

love is but an echo in her head

Nothing safe is worth the drive.

The depth of true love is endless

Poets sing our human music for us.

Ahesta boro, Mah-e-man, ahesta boro.

This world has need of song and sword.

God is the composer; you are the song.

Music is not my life. My life is music.

The worst things in life come free to us

How strange it is to be anything at all.

If I could be anywhere, where would I be?