If I do not have courage then where will I be
I will be scratching the Earth
Like a chicken
I will not be flying over it like an eagle
I am a man who lives in a world of men
Everything I do or say has influence
Everything I do or say has influence
Think
What will it be
It's annoying when you have something to say and no one listens

You say to me
What's the matter
I have failed you
And you have no interest in me
You say what's the matter
We believe different things. You like Sunday church and your friends
I believe in the Sabbath
You like violent movies I like peace
You say why stay
Leave but I have nowhere to leave to
I am dependent on you
You say what is the matter
I can not fracture the children
So I best be quiet

O God you created all these things
The Minoans were from 1400 to 600 BC the Etruscans from 800 to 100 BC
You build up and pull down
Don't you know the Etruscans had flush toilets
The Minoans had palaces
They have come and gone
Mighty trading powers
Now it remains for our civilizations because we are here
In a little while we too will be no more
The wind stirs the waters
All man's civilization passes away
But you Lord remain

Lord you are the only hope
Of all

Where do I go
On this site
So full of promises
And clouds of imagination
There are many tales of dark romance
And light skies
The verdant gardens grow green
And little men grow big in the estimation of the world
True
The world cares only for itself
But I have found a secret place of light and joy where trees grow big in this site

It will grow
Poetry will grow
Praise God

I thought I was clever and could argue the toss
But then like Sir Brian
I woke up
And saw the loss
I don't argue anymore
At least as much as I could