The power is yours, my son
And you shall have need of it
Before our days are done.
It will shape the world around you.
To a form you will both hate
And love,
Do not misunderstand me boy,
I talk of power, not of strength
For power often resides in weak
And feeble forms.
Yet forms that go to great lengths
To achieve what it is they sought.

The wisdom may come in time.
If you have the patience of the mind
To dwell on introspection and the
Flaws that you will find.
Wisdom will show you where
You have gone and abused your power.
And when others have abused theirs,
A taste forever sour.

Courage gives the lion his roar
The sound of defiance that will endure no more.
If you have the courage to speak the wisdom
of your mind,
And the power to change the world even when your hands are tied
Then all in all, I am sure
My son,
That you will turn out to be just fine.