Category: Literature

  • “Beautiful City” by Stephen Schwartz, 1971

    “Beautiful City” by Stephen Schwartz, 1971

    Out of the ruins and rubbleOut of the smokeOut of our night of struggleCan we see a ray of hope?One pale thin ray reaching for the day We can build a beautiful cityYes, we can; Yes, we canWe can build a beautiful cityNot a city of angelsBut we can build a city of man We […]

  • “Change Your Life (You Can Do It)” by Dan Deacon, 2016

    “Change Your Life (You Can Do It)” by Dan Deacon, 2016

    You can do it,Tonight’s the night, you’re gonna change your lifeYour life, your life,Tonight, tonight,You’re gonna change your lifeRight now, right now

  • “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley, 1977

    “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley, 1977

    Don’t worry about a thing‘Cause every little thing gonna be alrightSinging’ don’t worry about a thing‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright Rise up this mornin’Smiled with the risin’ sunThree little birdsPitch by my doorstepSingin’ sweet songsOf melodies pure and trueSaying’, (this is my message to you) Singing’ don’t worry ’bout a thing‘Cause every little […]

  • “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann, 1927

    Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and […]

  • “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, 1915

    “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, 1915

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that […]

  • “Sonnet #18” by William Shakespeare, 1609

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, […]