say troubled child, how come ye're givin' up
why would ye want to spill a life filled cup
keep hope in thyself 'n' those to achieve
there is so much more why would ye ever stop

oh perhaps ye'd think of it to relieve
tho would ye trust me if i'd say 'believe'
remind the ocean's depths 'n' heights of skies
never forget what is up thy own sleeve

but please don't be livin' thy own denies
for an end makes it only once one flies
just see to see those things that'll never drop
be kind to thyself, thy I, without lies

be patient my child 'n' never give up
for after sowin' ye shall have the crop


*..love always...


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