Your body pumps, beneath my embolded universe.
Makes me fear of the day, that has yet to come, to a final inn.
Don't make me stress, but destress me with the power of wisdom and dignity.
Don't let others fool you by the way they pull you into the sins of darkness and loneliness.
It can get better, I say, don't be afraid to be who you are.
But, love who you are, because no one can tell you otherwise on how you see yourself.
Be kind but don't rewind. That can pull a lot of hazards into one swine.
Don't catch a cold, come beneath my arms, and let me free you from diseases.