I Do Not Weep At The World

I Was Born In A Negro Town.

I Did Not Just Fall In Love. I Made A Parachute Jump.

Tell Me, And Then Again Show Me, So I Can Know.

Anytime You Catch Folks Lying, They Scared Of Something!

When God Had Made The Man, He Made Him Out Of Stuff That Sung All The Time And Glittered All Over. Some Angels Got Jealous And Chopped Him Into Millions Of Pieces, But Still He Glittered And Hummed. So They Beat Him Down To Nothing But Sparks But Each Little Spark Had A Shine And A Song. So They Covered Each One Over With Mud. And The Lonesomeness In The Sparks Make Them Hunt For One Another.