When you're in need
Look to the hills
He loves you
She cherishes you
They created us
You're not my children
You're children of posterity longing for itself.
You come through me, not from me,
You're with me, you belong not to me
I'll give you my love, not my thoughts.
You have your thoughts;
I'll house your bodies, not your souls
For your souls dwells in tomorrow's mansion
A house, I can never visit.
Not even in my dreams.
I'll strive to be like you,
Seek not to be like me.
For life yearns forward and tomorrow.
Give me grandchildren.