Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own

Without love in a dream it will never come true

Let there be songs to fill the air.

I feel I've got 10 books in me.

Outside major darkness where the circle is complete there's no fear that lovers born will ever fail to meet

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

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