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So you think you can tell Heaven from Hell?
Blue skies from rain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk-on part in a war for a lead role in a cage?
-Pink Floyd

--one of the babykillers

Many have I loved, many times been bitten
Many times I've gazed along the open road
Many times I've lied, many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered how much there is to know
Many dreams come true and some have silver linings
I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold
Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing
Many many men can't see the open road
Many is a word that only leaves you guessing
Guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know
- Led Zep

Who do you see when you look at me?
A man in his prime stepping in time to the beat of success
Or a broken man eyes full of sand and exhausted from the battles within

I am elusive, hard to track down to give a straight quote or a statement profound
I can blend right in, in sickness and sin or speak with bold words of accord

But who do you seek the strong or the meek that is who you’ll see in my eyes
Both reside here yea courage and fear laughter and tears brick walls and veneers
So, who do you seek the strong or the meek that’s who you’ll see in my eyes

Don’t be afraid don’t run away don’t leave me to play with the wind
A bar I need set a mind to be met an expectation to be set for me to respond
This I do seek from the strong and the meek for I cant decide who to be
Afraid to give in to the temptation of sin but not the courage to withstand

So, who do you see when you look at me?
A pity a shame a scapegoat to blame a man without aim?
Or a man on a mission in a unique position to repair damage he’s done

Yes here I am eyes full of sand a cross in my hand member of a band of rebels
Hell bent to win, to no longer sin

Here I too am with sweet words of prophecy and of love. I am a sinner trying to be a winner of the crown that I was promised long ago.

If I just only knew efforts need to be few since the crown I’ve already dawned - Patman

UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

---RLS