When love has left its fleeting trace,
You toss the ****** in the waste,
Please, tie it tight with a steady hand,
And take it swiftly, to the land
Where refuse gathers, dark and deep,
Where secrets, like the trash, shall sleep.

I’ve seen the world in all its grime,
The bitter fate of love’s decline.
So hear me now, and mark this well:
Your blood and bone, do guard and quell.
Control what’s yours, don’t leave it loose,
Or face the folly of misuse.

Be sharp in small things, hold your ground,
Give nothing freely, nor by sound.
From kin, take flight — avoid the snare,
Trust no friend’s word, be shrewd, beware!
Keep every door locked firm and fast,
And guard your peace, and make it last.

Don’t let a chance of fatherhood
Catch up on you, misunderstood.
Stay clear of normal, keep your stride —
As if you're born where none abide,
A ghost, a shade, a waste, a lie,
And so you’ll live, and so you'll die.