Theta is here cradling a child until it grows to be the champion he knows it could be
O child O child
An ode
O child O child why do you cry
You are the blacksmith of your very own life
Every memory you bend and each emotion you etch
Is for you to relive on your final stretch
Bumps and bumps in this gift called life it is true
But like everyone else we must pull and tug through
O child O child why do you cry
All of your problems will fade in time
After the all tears and after all the sorrow
You and the sun can embrace the warm tomorrow
So face the sorrow and face the strife
No more can you worry but instead must come alive
O child O child you have killed your cries
O child my child lift your head up high