Self-conscious, uncertain, I'm showered by the dust. But the spirit enters into me and I submit to trust.

I stood in this unsheltered place, 'til I could see the face behind the face.

The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb

You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire.

One doubt, one voice, one war, one truth, one dream.

Dream big and surround yourself with brilliance, even if you end up dressed up like a flower or a sexually transmitted disease.

Once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher, oh Biko, Biko.