Dear child, why are you so sad?
What has your spirit so low?
Why do you roam about like a hopeless nomad?
Like there’s nowhere you’re welcomed, nowhere to go?

Why are your eyes pools for bitter tears?
To what or to whom have you lost your joy?
Have you finally made reality of your fears?
Is that quarter smile your best attempt at a decoy?

Lift your head, dear child
Don’t let another’s dark cloud dampen your bright future
Let your heart’s broken vase be beguiled
Heal your tired soul with hope, let that be your heart’s suture

Take the stones they threw at you to build bridges
Take their challenges as steps to climb higher
Fill your head with knowledge and culture, let those be your riches
Release your imagination and creativity like a spark that turns into a wildfire

If your head is down, let it be to admire the heights you’ve reached but not to self-glorify
If you’re on the ground, let it be because you’re catapulting others, but please don’t stay
If your smile is broken, let it be as a result of a laugh and not because of a cry
If you’re humbled, let it be your own act of humility, don’t let pride lead you astray

Oh, my dear if only you knew your worth
Capable of much ingenious that which your mind could birth
More precious than any stone man could unearth

Oh, if you understood how valuable you are
People try to stop you because they fear you’ll go far
Make distance from them like a spacebar
Live a full life made for a best-selling memoir

Raise your glass to your troubles, cheers for what’s to come
Plant hope in the lives of others like you have a green thumb
Always be a dreamer, don’t you dare let your ideas go numb
Fall down, get up, work hard, look up, should constantly be rule of thumb

Dear child, light up your face and be glad
Let your spirit shine aglow
Get ready to soar, today is your launch pad
Be great and spread greatness wherever you go.

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