My Lady’s Voice

Come here my son, the wind is gentle and cold,
this is what you love, it does not get old.
Sit here and play with the sands,
build your castles, such joy never ends.

Sing your song, it is a wonderful art,
it is nature’s love, it pacifies my troubled heart.
Love them as I have loved you,
cherish not your sins, anytime it will due.

Come here my son, look at the dazzling sun,
your journey of life, has already begun.
Withstand always, vexation is not your place,
it draws your blood, at an unholy pace.

Wisdom of mind, must not be kept,
suffering stones, you are about to be stepped.
Weep not, because you are not alone,
I am here, away you will never be blown.

Even when my light seems to fade away,
worry not my son, I will always lead your way.

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