My son, my daughter, my child
Life is ain’t easy
It is painful
And entangled in suffering
With an immeasurable stress
That my brain can not describe in words.
Listen up my child;
If you are not taught by us, the world will teach you
The advice we give it’s for your own good
You can decide to use it or not use it
But when you place in your heart
It will help you and direct you in a clear direction illuminated in life.
My child be strong when you are broken
Remember you took nine months in your mothers womb
God knitted you together
From head to toe
You were never meant to be loom.
My children do not become heartless
But rather chatless
So that you always think about what comes out of your mouth.
The tongue you have is small
But can destroy anything
Otherwise a lot of things
My child follow what you are passionate about
Not what your friends are
Tattoo these words in your heart
So that they can never be erased from there.
My children the world is getting crazier
And cazier.
Be quiet like a dove
And clever as a snake.
Be Careful with the friends you have
You can love them all but trust no one.