What is it to be

The son of man

To hold a child’s

Hand the best that

You can

Not for visions of

Prosperity

Or to dictate

In the future

What they should

Be

But to guide them

On a path

One with longevity

And reasons to

Last

Let those reasons

Be their own

Allow the child

A wilderness to

Roam

And experience a

Life

Not restricted by

What you decide

What is it to be