Do not forget
The sky
And the clouds
Are magic

That our soul
Our voice
Our emotions
Are our glory

So when you, child
ask me a question
That I do not properly understand
Or my answer is meek in comparison

I will say
Daughter,
Son,
I do not know

And it is not fair
And it is your right
To seek out
The answers

Because I was not strong enough
To ask those questions myself
Or I have realized
I have accepted a truth

A truth I am not proud
To pass onto you
With your eyes so open
And your soul so pure