The Wisdom Is Old, The Koran Is

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

If You'll Be My Body Guard, I Can Be Your Long Lost Pal.

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me; I Am Shielded In My Armor, Hiding In My Room, Safe Within My Womb. I Touch No One And No One Touches Me. I Am A Rock, I Am An Island.

Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

It's Actually Very Difficult To Make Something Both Simple And Good.