What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.
I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. What you were will not happen again. The tigers have found me and I do not care.
He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In.
Isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?
How could I have known this rapture would make me so crazy, turn my heart into a hell and my eyes into rivers?
Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!
And nothing to look backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.