It's Not Dark Yet But It's Getting

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

A Poem Is A Naked Person... Some People Say That I Am A Poet.

How Many A Year Has Passed And Gone And Many Gamble Has Been Lost And Won, And Many A Road Taken By A Friend And Each One I've Never Seen Again.

Well, My Daddy, He Didn't Leave Me Much, You Know He Was A Very Simple Man, But What He Did Tell Me Was This, He Did Say, Son, He Said, He Say, You Know It's Possible To Become So Defiled In This World That Your Own Father And Mother Will Abandon You And If That Happens, God Will Always Believe In Your Ability To Mend Your Ways.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.