Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.

I turned my back on the devil, turned my back on the angel too.

Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who has seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.