“Mr. Black started singing a song in some weird language, which I guess was Philippinish.”
“The song still remains which names the land over which it sings.”
“And what was the song which she sang? Ah, my little man, I am too old to sing that song, and you too young to understand it.”
“I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me”
“The essential thing is to WANT to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.”
“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”