Thoughts
What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
In your travels day by day
Are they bright and lofty visions,
Or neglected, gone astray?
Matters not how great in fancy,
Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
Man, though high may be his station,
Is no better than his thoughts.
Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
Let each one an honor be;
Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
Then in love set each one free.
From the Outside Looking In
By Billie Daddario
From the outside looking in
There’s no way forward
It’s broken, shattered pieces
Jagged little shards
Little children homeless, hungry on the street
It’s broken, can’t you see
From the outside looking in
Can’t you see
The lies, are treasonous
The omissions even worse
Even murderous
God Bless America
But how
Can’t you see
From the outside looking in
From the outside looking in
Billie Daddario 