It was 1962, Wichita, Kansas. My Dad surveyed the front yard—a very big front yard, a grim look on his face. "Weeds," he pronounced sullenly, as if our front yard had become the equivalent of a ... [+]
Rush not my child
For the road is long
When the world puts you down
Sing your lost song
Rush not my child
For the light will guide your way
At moments of impasse
You’ll find the words to say
Rush not my child
For this life is yours alone
Remain focused and headstrong
This will always be your home
For the road is long
When the world puts you down
Sing your lost song
Rush not my child
For the light will guide your way
At moments of impasse
You’ll find the words to say
Rush not my child
For this life is yours alone
Remain focused and headstrong
This will always be your home