No lecture, no preacher
No lesson, no teacher

Could teach me the values you've taught

Cradling the world
In my two hands
This responsibility
Transitions boy to man

I'm your student
Despite being sensei
My dear children
Teaching me every day

How to man up
Not to act up
With true meaning
Of intact love

It doesn't cut it
No applauds do
For raising dad
Child, thank you

True Art Is Solace In The Wild
Volume 1


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