It is but folly to seek
That upon your passing
That others of what you've done speak In awe and be amassing...
Should you talent have... use it Be you tidy or rough and tumble
To be proud you are allowed, As long as you are humble. For hate achieves for us nothing,
Your numb when only it you feel,
And an open wound will only hurt,
A wound kept open will not heal.
So let not in my heart let hatred be, It is the prayer I've said,
Though too often, there it is, Where there should be forgiveness instead.
