They Learned No Compassion From

There Had To Be Dark And Muddy Waters So That The Sun Could Have Something To Background It's Flashing Glory.

A Child Forgets A Time Of Hunger But Never Forgets The Aching Want Of Other Things.

Mother, I Am Young. Mother, I Am Just Eighteen. I Am Strong. I Will Work Hard, Mother. But I Do Not Want This Child To Grow Up Just To Work Hard. What Must I Do, Mother, What Must I Do To Make A Different World For Her? How Do I Start?" "the Secret Lies In The Reading And The Writing. You Are Able To Read. Every Day You Must Read One Page From Some Good Book To Your Child. Every Day This Must Be Until The Child Learns To Read. Then She Must Read Every Day, I Know This Is The Secret

People Looking Up At Her--at Her Smooth Pretty Vivacious Face--had No Way Of Knowing About The Painfully Articulated Resolves Formulating In Her Mind.

I Know That's What People Say-- You'll Get Over It. I'd Say It, Too. But I Know It's Not True. Oh, Youll Be Happy Again, Never Fear. But You Won't Forget. Every Time You Fall In Love It Will Be Because Something In The Man Reminds You Of Him.