But we, how shall we turn to little things And listen to the birds and winds and streams Made holy by their dreams, Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?

-Gibson,Wilfred Wilson
  'Lament'.

What can I tell you, son of mine? I could tell you of heartbreak, hatred blind, I could tell of crimes that shame mankind, Of brutal wrong and deeds malign, Of rape and murder, son of mine; But I'll tell instead of brave and fine When lives of black and white entwine, And men in brotherhood combineö This would I tell you, son of mine.

-Kathleen Jean Mary Ruska
  We Are Going,'Son of Mine'.

   Well since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell It's down at the end of lonely street At Heartbreak Hotel.

-Presley, Elvis Aaron
  'Heartbreak Hotel' (with Mae Boren Axton andTommy Durden).