When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.
Don WilliamsOn an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.
Don WilliamsWhen the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.
Don WilliamsOn an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.
Don Williams