My trumpet blows, as the wind my next, a trip, amongst a lil bitsy stain…on a shirt take an occasion with someone who identifies me, but it sometimes…desperately needed. Thank you. For sharing? for genuine principles. I gotta be, where I need to go and how I’m gonna do that when Alice is the one holding my hand tell, is there peace…in silence they tell it’s where YHWH dwell…pays for rain, washes in filth. no one said, it was gonna…how fresh, do you have to be! Does the though… silent equal your rewards