Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption rips through the surface of time In the cry of a tiny babe.

But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight / Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight.

When you know even for a moment That it's your time Then you can walk with the power Of a thousand generations

One day you're waiting for the sky to fall, The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all.

Sometimes the best map will not guide you, you can't see what's round the bend. Sometimes the road leads through dark places, sometimes the darkness is your friend

I'd always loved poetry and I'd always loved writing music and composing music, but I hadn't thought of putting the two together until around that time.

Little round planet in a big universe, sometimes it looks blessed, sometimes it looks cursed. Depends what you look at obviously, but even more it depends on the way that you see.

And I'm wondering where the lions are.

The trouble with normal is it only gets worse.

Beautiful rocks - beautiful grass Beautiful soil where they both combine Beautiful river - covering sky Never thought of possession, but all this was mine.

Gotta kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight.

War takes so many more casualties than just the dead.

I understand your actions more than your conversations.

One day I shall leave the world, And if you feel like remembering me-Search me not in my ashes, In my words, you can rummage me!

There is a beauty and clarity that comes from simplicity that we sometimes do not appreciate in our thirst for intricate solutions.

You dig deeper and it gets more and more complicated, and you get confused, and it's tricky and it's hard, but... It is beautiful.

The way in which you endure that which you must endure is more important than the crisis itself.

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

It may be true that the law cannot change the heart but it can restrain the heartless.

... God is going to judge righteously... . what did each one do in relation to what he or she knew to be right of wrong?

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.