Look around you! This is where the path of hatred has brought us.
I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
But I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
With every kiss, we'll promise this, we'll find a way to light the dawn of all we wish.
My world has changed, and so have I. I have learned to choose and I have learned to say goodbye.
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.