Father.
Oh, how well we could walk,
If we'd only listen to Counsel.
If we'd change out our ears,
And dial in our eyes.
Son.
As to hear something we've already lost?
As to see something we've already done?
The spills we take would be mocked
By how often we were made to stop and hear and see.
But were we not made to do?
After all, that's how you've learned.
After all, that's how All of you have learned.
So I will do, and not only be.
And yes, I will counsel when it's time for that role to be passed down to me.

So then tell me now, is it so hypocritical to live without friction
While trying to balance all of the misconstrued and prompted opinions?
I'll find them some sort of use, even though
Now is my time to crawl around, crouched down on my feet.
I'll feel out my own course, not but half-blind.
Aye, Time will do his work on me,
And I will become just like you.
So, in trying to learn better,
How 'bout I listen and do?