Dear God I've heard your name from teachers, family and friends, you made the universe and so will live on when it ends. Everyone I know admits they've never seen your face, they're not sure where you live and have no map to the place.

Words can never really help you say, what you want them to anyway. And words can never really help you see, what you really want to be.

Only when I smell the earth upon my face, will I ever be free, to fly from this place.

If we can take the time to mute the noise we've build around ourselves the rhythm of the heartbeats and the purpose may be clear.

There are a lot of grown ups who should be sent up to their rooms and told they must stay there until they learn they can play fair.

It has nothing to do with age, it's not our languages, religion, gender, coulour of our skin; It's a soul within a well, that echoes deep beneath the ego's shell. True life can't ever start, until we offer up our heart.

Put all our pride away, always find a gentle word to say, you know we shouldn't be full of ourselves when we should be full of humility .