...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.

I'm Inconsistent, Even To Myself.

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

I Think Of A Hero As Someone Who Understands The Degree Of Responsibility That Comes With His Freedom.