Oh, God Of Dust And

Gather Quickly Out Of Darkness All The Songs You Know And Throw Them At The Sun Before They Melt Like Snow.

How Still, How Strangely Still The Water Is Today, It Is Not Good For Water To Be So Still That Way. ~ "sea Calm

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? ... Or Does It Explode?

While Over Alabama Earth These Words Are Gently Spoken: Serve And Hate Will Die Unborn. Love And Chains Are Broken.

I Swear To The Lord, I Still Can't See, Why Democracy Means, Everybody But Me.