The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.
In the state of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, a boy of 14 years got a taste of Southern law.
The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.
It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.
God isn't dead - he's just missing in action.
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.