You. Me. And every caged bird, Sing our hearts out from the Grand floors of our ribcage To the ears and eyes in the world. Free within our cage, dreaming...
We are who we Are.We are who we are, aren’t we?The good. The bad. TheBlunt and sharp edges of a knife.If you follow a saint long enoughYou’ll meet the sinner...
When shall we meet again —In thunder, lightning or in rain?Where shall we meet again —In coffee shops, libraries, orLittle rooms under the moon?Fair is foul and foul is fair.By...