Well, here’s to this new cause and all it...
As we try to force up these walls...

The city stone and bare concrete
That housed our hoodlum god...

These righteous roots can never again lie
Nor rest beneath the bowers and cry...

What is the grief that we have yet to know?
For there will come a day when our mothers will...

You may always take my hands to lead me to your
lands...

Of all the stars that God has shown
Throughout my many lives...

Trust, is sleeping in the back seat of the car...
Love, is your mother cutting an apple and giving...

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Sanity sat next to us...

I never cared for summer days
Nor winter snow and sleet...

I wish to him, the ill balladeer
That gathered guilt may dissapear...

With beauty herself draped in your word
Sounding the veins of any who heard...

The body vanished
The soul continues to march...