The Fall Of Man Stands A Lie

Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For No One Is Power.

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.

They, That Unnamed They, They've Knocked Me Down But I Got Up. I Always Get Up -- And I Swear When I Went Down Quite Often I Took The Fall; Nothing Moves A Mountain But Itself. They, I've Long Ago Named Them Me.

My Father Went Into The Armed Service And I Never Saw My Mother - I Don't Know What Happened To Her.

I Feel I Want To Be Wise With White Hair In A Tall Library In A Deep Chair By A Fireplace.