a heart of gold makes a princenot a golden wallet

wanting to change a personwho doesn't want to change himselfis like cosmetic surgeryon cancer patients

you move me in the sweetest of hoursyour eyes like faraway landscarry me to the edge of my worldand after all that comes to passI breathe inthe fragrance of change

in music, I have always beendifferent from my inner being –feeling free and living aloudit had been my hidden truth

wandering around your head can never be wrongbut always beware of not losing your way

feeling like Decemberacting like Summer

heaven and earthembrace and entwinewander through valleysand undulating landslet us exploreuncover every corner vulnerable nevermorelet us marvel at the wonderthat we are

we have to live everything –the good and the bad

the blindest people thinkthey can see the most