God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.