And Now, Dear Lord, I Cannot Wait

Hymns Are The Poetry Of The People.

History Must Not Be Written With Bias, And Both Sides Must Be Given, Even If There Is Only One Side.

I Don't Think I Am Any Good. If I Thought I Was Any Good, I Wouldn't Be.

Old Men Who Never Cheated, Never Doubted, Communicated Monthly, Sit And Stare At The New Suburb Stretched Beyond The Run-way Where A Young Man Lands Hatless From The Air.

Childhood Is Measured Out By Sounds And Smells And Sights, Before The Dark Hour Of Reason Grows.