Some days it storms, some days it shines. This is how flowers grow.
Madness string 43310
We sing the song of the seven children and the father who so lovingly murdered them. The chorus is written in stone. The verses are written in radio waves. We reach. We pull. We pluck a verse for you, sweetling - always for you.
Subjects, participants... same thing. Participants does work better as a term to make them feel like they have a choice...