Some men be born with heart of gold;
Their endless joy, infectious so.
Whilst others be born in scorn;
Never giving in to joys sweet honey.

Some men be born with mind of glass;
So crystal and clear every thought can pass.
Whilst others be born with mind of fog;
Giving way to poor thoughts and desires.

Some men be born with bolden soul;
Unafraid to protect and lead their people.
Whilst others cower in the crowds;
Hearts wanting to jump as the go day by day.

No man be equal, this be it true;
Life, it's no pristine cast or mold.
No it's like a potter and their wheel;
Each bowl, Each cup, unique in their hands.