She’s uncertain if she likes him, but she knows she really loves him. It’s a crash-course for the ravers. It’s a drive-in Saturday.
So much has gone and little is new.
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear,
The Thinker sits alone, growing older and so bitter
“I gave them life, I gave them all
They drained my very soul… dry.
I crushed my heart to ease their pains
No thought for me remains there.
Nothing can they spare…
What of me?
Who praised their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy.
I opened doors that would have blocked their way.
I braved their cause to guide, for little pay.
I ravaged at my finance just for Those…
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility.
Those who said a new world, new ways, ever free.
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me.”
