Each Bird Must Sing With His Own

A Thousand Words Can't Make The Mark A Single Deed Will Leave.

An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make, Of One Who Only Lives For Duty's Sake.

Your Home Is Regarded As A Model Home, Your Life As A Model Life. But All This Splendor, And You Along With It... It's Just As Though It Were Built Upon A Shifting Quagmire. A Moment May Come, A Word Can Be Spoken, And Both You And All This Splendor Will Collapse.

It’s A Release To Know That In Spite Of Everything A Premeditated Act Of Courage Is Still Possible.

Rob The Average Man Of His Life-illusion, And You Rob Him Of His Happiness At The Same Stroke.