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.

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

It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.

So good to be alive when the eulogies are read.

In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.