Good And Bad; Shade And Sunlight, There's

She Seemed Fragile Like A Moonflower – Destined To Bloom For A Single Lovely Night, And Then To Fade And Fall.

We Draw Our Strength From The Great Oaks Of The Forest. As They Take Their Nourishment From The Soil, And From The Rains That Feed The Soil, So We Find Our Courage In The Pattern Of Living Things Around Us. They Stand Through Storm And Tempest. They Grow And Renew Themselves. Like A Grove Of Young Oaks, We Remain Strong.

Every Man Or Woman Who Makes A Stand Helps Keep The Flame Of Freedom Burning.

Only - Only That, If You Believe The Tales, It's In The Nature Of Our People To Go To War And To Kill, Just As It Is To Sing And Play And Tell Stories. Perhaps They Are Two Halves Of The Same Whole.

You Cannot Poison What Is Between Us With Your Foul Words. She Is My Light In The Darkness And Johnny Is My Pathway Ahead.