A Child That You Are
A child that you are
Is the man that you become
From years of struggle
Wearing the robes of hope,
And drinking from the fountains of freedom
Freedom from ignorance
Built on years of pursuit
Of science and commerce.
Freedom from poverty
Through hard work and handwork
In the scorching heat of the sun
And in the cold arms of the season
A child that you are;
One borne out of innocence
In a world of pretense,
Of love and hatred
And of war and peace.
And when the world becomes crazy
And those of your peer become lazy,
Put on your robes of hope
And remember the child that you are.
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