I can spare a dime, brother, but in these morally inflationary times, a dime goes a lot farther if it's demanding work rather than adding to the indignity of relief.
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.
Call it peace or call it treason / call it love or call it reason / but I ain't marching anymore
I wonder who I left behind on the other side of fame.
The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.