In a sordid world, full of woe,
there is an ardent need to grow,
a replica, I try not to be,
my actions say, “this is me”,
as a brother, and as a son,
in misery, I shall be the fun,
as a partner, and as a friend,
I’ll try to be your long weekend,
in my reflection, some self-doubt,
but there are words, that do shout,
“we love you, our dear good boy!”
The strength in me, to employ,
so, either at home, or on the road,
I will share the even-flow,
in a way that I know how,
to be a light in the crowd,
it’s not just me, it’s you as well,
we can make good personnel,
and become the ones who can heal,
create on Earth, a good ideal,
thus, in our customary discretions,
let’s re-write, such sombre sessions,
that have left us so far, in the black,
let’s all earn, our pat on the back.