I will not go down under the ground 'Cause somebody tells me that death's coming 'round And I will not carry myself down to die When I go to my grave, my head will be high ~Bob Dylan Do not go gentle into that good night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce t...
Calloused and bruised/ dazed and confused My Spirit is left wanting something more Than my selfish hopes/ and my selfish dreams I’m lying with my face down to the floor I’m crying out for more Give me Words to speak Don’t let my Spirit sleep Cause I can’t think of anything worth saying But I know that I owe You my life So give me Words to speak Don’t let my Spirit sleep Every night, every day/ I find that I have nothing left to say So I stand here in silence awaiting Your guidance I’m wanting only Your voice to be heard Let them be Your Words I just don’t understand this life that I’ve been living I just don’t understand these lies I’ve been believing I just don’t understand
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly. hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow. I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that’s in my mind. Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think I suffer after I have held my pain So long? Because my mouth Is wide with laughter You do not hear My inner cry? Because my feet Are gay with dancing You do not know I die? Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be. I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I’m dead. I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread. America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath – America will be! We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand o...
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