We are architects of our fate
working within constraints of time
Some mens lives do seem so blessed
while others seem riddled with crime

For each of us stack stones of life
from our yesterdays we borrow
The blocks from which we build our days
are foundations for tomorrow

Build your dreams with greatest care
don't think on life's great sorrowed past
Create a world so wondrous
that through ice and fire it will last

Your child’s future held in your hands
go from failures cold darkened din
Show your son where you are going
not the tale of where you have been

Tate
Original poem with music
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