I Cannot Make You What You Should Be Poem by James McLain

I cannot make you what you should be,
to the very young
or old that the other's think you should be.
What made you do, what you know that you did,
knowing the harm it would cause?
Far away or close to your chest, the thing's
that you did have caused this unrest.
To the young, your future is bright, do you
even listen to the words that you hear?
And to the old who have beaten long odds,
your still here, to them give them cause, because
young or old, one filled with hope.
The other still dreams those dreams that you will,
not just because, because you are the future we need.
If the good women and men continue to turn away,
evil and bad will hold sway.
I cannot make you what you should be, what you should be
still beats in your breasts, can't you see?