“Disaster strikes, font sizes increase instead of action and donations.”
Bright lights might say your name, but they only light the stage —
nothing there to prove.
First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
…
Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map