The Rain Is Sharp Today, As You

My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

My Father Has A Pragmatic Mind. He Marched With Dr King In The 60s, And He's Very Much For Women's Rights.

Though I Can't Change What Happened, I Can Choose How To React. And I Don't Want To Spend The Rest Of My Life Being Bitter And Locked Up.

I've Been Looking For A Savior In These Dirty Streets, Looking For A Savior Beneath These Dirty Sheets.

Pretty Is Never Beautiful.