Listen, listen my Son
For your eyes may never be,
What is truly written on this paper
You can hear but never see.
Listen, listen to the Sun,
To the life that is around,
To the light inside you
And the joy that it can find.
Then you listen to the night
Whispering a lonely tune
And you have to listen closely
To remember what is true.
But do not forget my Son
There will always be illusions
Where they falter and they fall
You, on the other hand,
Will remain strong.
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