109They all were children as it were" she saith. Tiring, complaining, and with any colorful thing they are charmingly possessed. Have a second look at their faces; you might be having other things ought to be expressed.
If one dies to inspire, believe it or not he's already inspiring one's self
And pain, pain makes you talk
Let us awake numb souls.. To cry, to speak and to call.
You liberate thy soul and your soul shall be liberated.
Befriend simple thoughts for tangled ones may choke you
