My sweet child,
You're filled with worries
If things are wrong or right
More strive, try and cry
Less laugh and smile
Goal is ahead
But ways to be seen
Now set all aside
Still, with a quiet mind
Never, will you be punished
So no need to please
I'm not alike those idols
Shadows of your judge within
Be gentle, kind to thyself
As it's the way He creates
Witness but our sublime
To transcend space and time
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