Listen to me young man,
Learn every word from my mouth,
Let them guide your steps, one footprint in the sand at a time.
Let the calmness of my baritone, and the masculinity I embody,
Show you towards the light.
Listen to me young man,
For many fathers have lost their visions
Even as young men, still dreaming dreams
They, had held hands, smiling at their death
Just because, it was either taken or promised on a woman's thighs.
Listen to me young man,
Recite words, spoken from my mouths.
You, like many soldiers wear the camouflage of hope,
While fighting through
And although, you may never get your flowers till your graves are polished with fine stones
Fight, till your breath break free from you.
Listen to me young man,
Guidance can sometimes be a stranger
It can sometimes be a friend
Sometimes, it can be harsh, brash and maybe, not your favourite option
But, it is your comfort on days when all men loose their compasses.
Listen to me young man,
I do not have so much to say, but I do have
The wisdoms passed
And although I never inherited gifts of gold, I give you those gifts of gold
And a good name
Because the world always has a pointed finger,
Ready to aim at the next man in line,
Just to bear the blame.
- Nuel (Degeneral).
