Wrapping Paper

In the gutter,
Moving slowly as the wind on the sea,
Faces calling, waves moving
In your picture on a wall of a house of old times.
Can you hear me; Can you hear me
Can you hear me; Wandering sadly?...

- Jack Bruce & Pete Brown.

I got my wrapping paper. I got my freedom ticket. I wish things were different, but there's no other way they'd let it be. So just let it be. We'll still be free.

A toast to the ones who paid a greater price than I; and another to the ones who left loaded in gold.