"Here is a poem from a stranger to a stranger.
Walk with your weapon close because in this world there is danger.
Put your head up don't let them sense that from you.
Keep your heart pure and true.
Don't give them a chance to make you doubt.
All people are strangers, and most paths you'll have to walk without.
In this world whispers go further than shouts.
And you came with nothing, so everything is more than what you brought.
So stay grateful on the days that are less.
And of your sins darling, only to god that you confess.
And remember life is like a game of chess.
Always have the endgame in mind as you press.
God is the only one you have to impress.
Learn to walk through chaos, because some days life becomes a chase.
And you let them run, but don't change your stride.
And remember god suffices as a guide.
So stay grateful on the days that are less.
And of your sins darling, I repeat, only to god that you confess."
© Prince