Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.

There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go.

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.