All roads lead home--when you know the way.
Yesterday was yesterday--
Today is today and tomorrow will be tomorrow.
So dream baby, dream.
Every now and then we surprise ourselves.
Sometimes our pulse will race like a thousand thundering horses.
And sometimes we can be smooth like wine over cracked ice.
My sense of humor is rarely out of reach.
Let not your face be lined with sorrow.
Walk square -- shoulder to the River --
with your head held nobly high.