Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
Bob DylanAs he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.
Bob DylanYou breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.
Bob Dylan