When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there is….

Everything you cherish Throws you over in the end Thorns will grab your ankles From the gardens that you tend..

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you.

...if you get confused, just listen to the music play..

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone..

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done..

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would ….

Let there be songs to fill the air..

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose..

Outside major darkness where the circle is complete there's no fear that lovers born will ever fail to meet.

At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic….

Without love in a dream it will never come true.

Perhaps people don't come into their true maturity until a parent dies..

Inspiration, move me brightly, light the song with sense and color, hold away despair.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given..

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a ….

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest..

Destroy yourself physically and morally and insist that all true brothers do likewise as an expression of unity..

Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see..

When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my harp to sever, And st….