Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

I'm just glad to be feeling better. I really thought I'd be seeing Elvis soon.

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

Rise O fallen fighters, rise and take your stance again, He who fight and run away, live to fight another day

Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets, they who are seers, seek to express the universe in terms of music... The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.

Like We Never Loved At All.