I Make My Stand And Remain As

A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

Life Has Its Ups And Downs, And Time Has To Be Your Partner. Really, Time Is Your Soul Mate.

In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson Turning Over In His Grave.