Fear betrays unworthy souls.
Veiling truth in mystery.
Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.
Trust the expert. -Experto credite
Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.