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

Some people never get their feet on the ground, They're either sitting in a chair or theyre laying down.

America is two Mack trucks colliding on a superhighway because all the drivers are on amphetamines.

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

In the state of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, a boy of 14 years got a taste of Southern law.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.