Poets Speak Of Hope In

I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I Knew Where It Was.

Since No One Is Perfect, It Follows That All Great Deeds Have Been Accomplished Out Of Imperfection. Yet They Were Accomplished, Somehow, All The Same.

If You Make It Plain You Like People, It's Hard For Them To Resist Liking You Back.

One Foot In Front Of The Other, Wasn't That The Grownup Way Of Solving Problems? Surely He Ought To Be A Grownup At His Age.

The Dead Cannot Cry Out For Justice. It Is A Duty Of The Living To Do So For Them.