All the hope this world has,
dwells in the Hearts of Children.

Cast me from this stone
The sands of time hurt my feet

Writing is useful symbols
deciphered by but a few

Love is a choice
and the builder of all things

Fear is a choice
and the destroyer of all things

Quit spinning your wheels
The mud has dried up

Remember who you are
...While I forget myself

Collect my wisdom in your brow
And frown at the world

Steal my riches
They are already yours

Warm my heart
Your hands are cold