But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.
I for one hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies upon us.
I just hope that as I get older, I calm down and enjoy the moment, enjoy...
Hold fast to dreams,For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged...
My main hope for myself is to be where I am....
My main hope for myself is to be where I am.