Hey, why not ask for more? Baby, that’s the way I feel. You can stand me at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down. Take a lesson from the strangeness you feel. Fate must have a reason, why else endure the season of the hollow soul? The waiting is the hardest part, But always someone marches brave, here beneath my skin. I got some news for you, We belong among the wildflowers. So sleep tight, baby, and unfurl your brow, And start running down a dream.
Cento – a work of poetry that is composed of various lines taken from different poems
Authors – the lines in this poem come from Mary Chapin Carpenter, Tom Petty, The Eagles, and K.D. Lang. Can you match the authors to their lines? Can you name the songs?