If you can brace yourself to the truth of these words
And let them flow through the streams of your hearts
If you can hold on to thy steps just to bring the  chicken home
And silence thy ears to the whispers of doubt
If you can distill thy heart like the waters
And flow in meekness to the real world calling out your name
If you can learn to live for others
And accommodate the blast of barking orders
If you can unlock your "chi"
And direct your path to its actions
If you can shelter strangers in the toughest of the tempest
If you can smile at life's rude call
Knowing it is but for a moment
If you can rebuild the burnt bridges with kindness
And scatter the treasures of thy sympathy afar
If you can answer a friends call at sunset
If you can be oblivious of hatred
And congratulate another's victory without envy
If you can stretch out thy hands to reassure my weary bones
And build me a home of precious stones
If you can answer thy master's disturbing call
And seat at his feet like his lapdog
If you can hold on to the truth
And let trust be your booth.
Then, you my child
Will dine in the table of honour
Wearing a crown
With a mouth full of "thank you" speeches.