Everybody cures their ills In manners best for each, By dancing, crying, praying; All ways have verse to teach. The verses put together Form one lonely song, The cry for mind at peace, Not knowing right from wrong.
Everybody cures their ills In manners best for each, By dancing, crying, praying; All ways have verse to teach.
The verses put together Form one lonely song, The cry for mind at peace, Not knowing right from wrong.