I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of

There Is No Shelter In You Anywhere.

If Ever I Said In Grief Or Pride, I'd Tired Of Honest Things, I Lied.

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom, Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be. Common As A Dandelion-blossom, Beautiful In The Clean Grass, Not Beautiful Because Common, Beautiful Because Beautiful, Noble Because Common, Because Free.

There Is No God. But It Does Not Matter. Man Is Enough.

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.