Don't raise me up, I am but a messenger.

"After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers, "Mary"
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere, a queen is weeping
Somewhere, a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries, "Mary"
The traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that lived is dead
And the wind screams, "Mary"
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last"
And the wind cries, "Mary

Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will see peace.

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Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Well I walk right on up to your rebel roadside
The one that rambles on for a million miles
Yes I walk down this road searchin' for your love
And my soul too
When I find ya I ain't gonna let go.