I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I’m not free How long must I suffer such abuse Won’t you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?
I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.
Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!
You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.
As 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.