I’m raised without hands, carried without feet. You’ll find me in structures both ancient and modern, yet I leave no mark behind. I can be a simple melody or layered with harmonies. I’m chosen specifically for important milestones or Ordinary days. Remove the focus on Him, and I cease to be me.

Firstly, a yellow spandex. Secondly, a one inch master. Thirdly, chucked chuck while playing a nunchuck.

In chains yet free, a lion's heart dost roar, For peace and justice, brave he stands once more. In lands of gold and diamonds, he was born, Apartheid's bane, a nation's light reborn.

My songs travel legions I've lived longer than you Yet I ended up as oil for you

People think I helped with the bomb, but I said no. I watched my people die, and I wanted no more. I fled from my homeland, my brilliance well known. To America I went and made a new home. I continued to theorize, postulate, and investigate The hidden things of time and space To further advance the human race.