If you don't feel, your words will not inspire;
Unless from deep within you speak sincere,
And with a charismatic fire
Compel the hearts of all who hear.
Oh, you can sit there gluing bits together
Or mixing cold leftovers in a stew,
Blowing at the ashes, wondering weather
There's any fire to warm your brew.
Yes - fools and children you'll impress -
If that is really what you want to do;
But you will never know another's heart, unless
...

Who unaided may break free
From passions that enslave them?
How easily the feet may slip
Upon the path they tread;
By flattery of eye or lip
How many are misled!

A centipede was happy – quite!
Until a toad in fun
Said, Pray, which leg comes after which?
Which threw her mind in such a pitch,
She laid bewildered in the ditch
Considering how to run.

Though winter hunted through the wood still flowers lingered where she stood. Tinúviel! Tinúviel!

I was ready to tell
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn't let me

I began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along I felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered

in this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board

how can I survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms

my boat did finally br ...

when my pain
causes my healing
my lows transform to highs
and heresy becomes faith
my soul and heart and body
were blocking my journey before
but now my body became heart
heart became soul
and the soul turned
to be the creator

in this plentiful
sea of life
with envy and greed
we steal happiness
from each other
a fish never
stores up water
a fish is finished
without the sea

in the journey of quest
you must go alone
always be eager
to face the pains
it is not heroic
to hasten for the union
it is heroic
to face the separation

I am happy
when I am sad
I am together
when fallen apart
like earth
when I am silent
I have thunder
hidden inside

whatever happens
to the world around
show me your purpose
show me your source

if there is hunger
if there is famine
show me your harvest
show me your resource

even if the world
is Godless and in chaos
show me your anchor
show me your love

if life is bitter
everywhere snakes everywhere poison
show me your garden
show me your meadow

if you van disentangle
yourself from your selfish self
all heavenly spirits
will stand ready to serve you

if you can finally hunt down
your own beastly self
you have the right
to claim Solomon's kingdom

you are that blessed soul who
belongs to the garden of paradise
is it fair to let yourself
fall apart in a shattered house

you are the bird of happiness
in the magic of existence
what a pity when you let
yourself ...

when I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
I am missing this world

don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
I'm not falling
into a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
I am not leaving
I'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
...

you are drunk
and I'm intoxicated
no one is around
showing us the way home

again and again
I told you
drink less
a cup or two

I know in this city
no one is sober
one is worse than the other
one is frenzied and
the other gone mad

come on my friend
step into the tavern of ruins
taste the sweetness of life
in the company of another friend

here you'll see
at every corner
someone intoxicated< ...

giving light and warmth
is the work of
good humans
pulling tricks and
shameless acts
are the work of
lowly souls
earth turns to gold
in the hands of the wise
gold turns to ash
in the hands of the wicked