"Maybe move out of the city, find some quiet little town
Where you can sit out on your back porch step
And watch the sun go down....
Call it chance baby, call it fate
Either one is cause to celebrate
And the question now is why would you wait
Don't be late for your life"
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Some people dream about streets paved with gold
Only to find a yellow brick road
We know the way that story goes...Matraca Berg
Out here on the edge love dares us to try
Baby, some people fall but some people fly
And baby, love has no fear leap
And a net will appear....Matraca Berg
Yeah ladies love outlaws like babies love a bunch of stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold....
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Psalm 127: 3-5
Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.