Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are

A Lot Of People Don't Have Much Food On Their Table. But They Got A Lot Of Forks 'n Knives. And They Got To Cut Somethin'.

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?

Take Me On A Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship.

Art Can Lead You To God. I Think That's The Purpose Of Everything. If It's Not Doing That, What's It Doing? It's Leading You The Other Way. It's Certainly Not Leading You Nowhere.