Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.

Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.

Call it peace or call it treason / call it love or call it reason / but I ain't marching anymore

Only as strong as our love for this land, only as tall as we stand.

A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit.

The fortunes of the entire world may well ride on the ability of young Americans to face the responsibilities of an old America gone mad.

The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.