Speak kindly my child,
Child of future and times.
Speak of those whom have wronged with love,
For all that you may have now will never last.
Look to him, upon whom all depends,
For it his hand, from which he lends.
Make with your hands which you care,
For it may not always be there.
Treasure the gold which never appeared so,
For when it is cleansed it may go.
Ask nothing of others to which you never give yourself,
For it is them who’ve picked you up after you fell.
Then look above, smile and touch that heart,
For the greatness that in you is born, not you,
May be all that that will ever last.
