When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?
In harmony with cosmic sea, true love needs no company. It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free.