How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of...
We are like the moon. The moon shines anyway, but it does not produce its own light. It reflects the light illuminated onto its surface by the Sun and is never proud to say "I am the source of light"....
THE LIGHT THAT NOW REFLECTS FROM WITHIN YOU RADIATES PURITY AND HOLINESS, WHICH CAUSES US TO BECOME A LIGHT TO THE WORLD.
Greatness radiates from the lights of love and wisdom.
