Weep Not

We did come through the same old gate My friend and foe, we plied that road But look I loom tall you are short You stand brave I don't-- difference! Weep not as you learn I choose north To your south or east to your west Some eggs cannot turn into chicks Some trees do not give any fruit I would rather bake my own bread Than let another guide my way For how we fall is never same In means or place, and time or day.