‎.::Prose for the Moment::. Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my songs well before I start singin' Bob Dylan "Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" American singer-songwriter, musician, poet and painter