The Voice There Is A Voice Inside

I Myself Do Not Believe In Explaining Anything.

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends, And Before The Street Begins, And There The Grass Grows Soft And White, And There The Sun Burns Crimson Bright, And There The Moon-bird Rests From His Flight To Cool In The Peppermint Wind.

How Much Good Inside A Day? Depends How Good You Live 'em.

No Difference Small As A Peanut, Big As A Giant, We're All The Same Size When We Turn Off The Light. Rich As A Sultan, Poor As A Mite, We're All Worth The Same When We Turn Off The Light. Red, Black Or Orange, Yellow Or White, We All Look The Same When We Turn Off The Light. So Maybe The Way, To Make Everything Right Is For God To Just Reach Out And Turn Off The Light!

I Tried On The Farmer's Hat, Didn't Fit. . . A Little Too Small - Just A Bit Too Floppy. . . . . I Tried On The Summer Sun, Felt Good. Nice And Warm - Knew It Would. Tried The Grass Beneath Bare Feet, Felt Neat. Finally, Finally Felt Well Dressed, Nature's Clothes Fit Me Best.