Bruce Cockburn

January 24, 2007 - By Crispin

Arrows Of Light

Arrows of light, come
Pierce my soul
Pierce my soul

Breath of the bright wind
Make us one
Make us one

Life is singing
Like a great bell ringing

The outcome of any serious research can only be to make two questions grow where only one grew before.

Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.

No man ever became extremely wicked all at once.

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