An angel lives inside her Her soul is filled with holy light Though their wrath she may incur An angel lives inside her Though her soul she must inter To their attempts to smite An angel lives inside her Her soul is filled with holy light
Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume? — Player (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)