Crippled But Free, I Was

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World, But The Heart Has Its Beaches, Its Homeland, And Thoughts Of Its Own. Wake Now, Discover That You Are The Song That The Morning Brings, But The Heart Has Its Seasons Its Evenings, And Songs Of Its Own

At The Top Of The Cycle You Write Policies For Everybody, No Matter How Bad, And At The Bottom You Cancel Everybody, No Matter How Good. It's A Manic-depressive Cycle.

One Man Gathers What Another Man Spills

Perhaps People Don't Come Into Their True Maturity Until A Parent Dies.

Ain't No Time To Hate, Barely Time To Wait