The Future Was In Our Own Hands.

Only - Only That, If You Believe The Tales, It's In The Nature Of Our People To Go To War And To Kill, Just As It Is To Sing And Play And Tell Stories. Perhaps They Are Two Halves Of The Same Whole.

Hope Is Such A Tenuous Quality. To Feel It And Then To Be Denied What One Most Longs For ... Better, Surely, Not To Hope At All, Than To Open The Heart To A Hope That Is Impossible.

For Indeed You Have A Choice. You Can Flee And Hide, And Wait To Be Found. You Can Live Out Your Days In Terror, Without Meaning. Or You Can Take The Harder Choice, And You Can Save Them.

Eat Of My Deep Earth, Drink Of My Living Streams, For I Am Your Mother. Your Heart Is My Wild Drum, Your Breath My Eternal Song. If You Would Live, Dance With Me!

He Was Sitting Not Far Away, Watching Me, And I Surprised A Smile On His Face, The First Real Smile I Had Ever Seen Him Give, A Smile That Curved And Softened The Tight Mouth, And Warmed The Ice-cool Eyes; A Smile That Brought The Blood To My Face And Made My Heart Turn Over.