Your flesh is young and the roads you must walk are long and weary.
Do not mind love the knifes that stick in your back those were lessons lurned.
Pull them out and seal your wounds tight that was not the end of your fight.
You will have to bear the weight of the world.
Yet in the end your road was never just foes and woes.
There was laughter in some of those tears as you walked along with your...