The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.
Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.
Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.
But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?
I feel capitol punishment is dooming U.S.A.
It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.