I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.

I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

A dream deferred is a dream denied.

It were depression, too. They cut my wages down once at the foundry. They cut my wages down again. Then they cut my wages out, also the job.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.