Well I'm as old as the hills. And young as the day. Nobody sees things, in quite the same way. Computers and shovels, churches and brothels. Mannequins and skeletons, cities and dustbowls.
Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son. Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long. Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns.