The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.
Who am I to blow against the wind?
I think I have a superior brain and an inferior stature, if you really want to get brutal about it.
I don't consider myself to be a major talent, so the only solace I can take is to hope I'm growing.
Faith is an island in the setting sun, But proof is the bottom line for everyone.