i want to stand and stare again
'til there's nothing left out
oh, it remains there in your eyes,
whatever comes and goes
i will hear your silent call
and i will touch this tender wall
'til i know i'm home again
in your eyes.
peter gabriel
there is no "meant to be"
there is only "is"
and what "is" is beautiful.
i will drink that beauty and it will nourish me.
