As I Stepped To The

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

I Like Spiritual Songs. They Struck Me As Truthful And Serious. They Brought Me Down To Earth And They Lifted Me Up All In The Same Moment.

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?

I'm Not Going To Read Any Of These Magazines. I Mean, Because They've Just Got Too Much To Lose By Printing The Truth. You Know That.

The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.