The sky is high, the ocean deep,
Oh my dear child the world is wide;
No matter how much you try keep
All that you love safe by your side,
Time is master and you are slave;
It never halts, always running
And in patience ever cunning:
You may resist until you cave.
You may implore and beg the stars,
You may regret or be upset,
Or feel remorse, even forget
For age changing helps heal your scars
But in the end you too shall bend
So, just as the olden Thracian
Who contested Rome’s foundation,
Make sure to add your own rich blend.
You must learn to love what is yours
And to let go what pain obscures,
Oh you must learn to feel again
And not to live in obscure pain.