Mama, Put My Guns In

Charity Is Suppose To Cover Up For A Multitude Of Sins.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.

Yes, And Only If My Own True Love Was Waiting If I Could Hear His Heart Softly Pounding Yes, And Only If He Was Lying By Me Would I Lie In My Bed Once Again.

Bob Dylan Wrote In His Elliptical Memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, He Was Washed Up In The 1980s, No Longer A Commercial Success, And No Longer Putting Out Good Work.