Goddess Of Song, Teach Me

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Everyone Knows Rock N' Roll Attained Perfection In 1974. It's A Scientific Fact.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.