NOW THERE RISE FROM FILLMORE 

A NEW SWEET SUN 

TO WARM ME 

AND BATHE MY WORLD 

FROM SUTTER STREET TO MEXICO 

IN MELODY. 

 

LITTLE HEART, 

LOVE IS SICK-BORN IN AMERICA, 

ABORTED, STRANGLED IN ITS WOMB OF LONELINESS 

BY FEAR—OR FINANCE, 

AND DREAD STILL STALKS OUR WORLD. 

OUR LOVE THEN NEEDS NEW TEXTURE, 

NOT A CHAIN BUT A FLAME! 

TO LIGHT UP TRUTH AND BURN THESE HIGH PALE WALLS 

THAT GIVE US NEVER SHELTER, BUT SOLITUDE, 

AND KEEP OUR PEOPLE FROM THE SUN.