First and final ode

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