Please teach me nothing, let me find my own way.
Let me make my own mark on the wall,
Below the millions who have come before me,
Above the millions who behind me crawl.
Please show me nothing, let me use my own eyes.
Let me contemplate the world I see,
Here in the moment, from the my own perspective,
To witness and imagine what could be.
Please sing me nothing, let me hear my own tune.
Let me hear the music of the land,
From melodies that blow through windy canyons,
To beating waves that crash upon the sand.
Please give me nothing, let me earn my own keep.
Let me find a way to show my worth,
To add coin of gratitude for my time,
For all the days I've spent upon your earth.
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