Tell me the tale of a good old node.
The one who stirs at everyone's mode
Taking a hint of what to from each imitation
What a virtue to behold.
We gave Our stories on a plate of gold
to anyone who would fly that plane bold
We gave them a warning of an absorber for every shock in there
We told them a life to behold is waiting for a hold.
We took time we cannot make like the mystery of the coconut
we wasted treasures of whom we could become
Sulking on mistakes that we were not powered to correct.
we forgot to heal that other may love through love in us.
They did not have the heart for it
They fled from heat the wanted the chill.
No one knew the truth of which was better and which mattered.
Life gave a shush to us for every mistake we made.
Keeping our eyes away from the wealth of a lesson.
And we buried our head in shame from the lurk of a blessing.
We shelled our mysterious person.
And we kept our inherent wings a secret, by refusing to fly