A Song for Lev
My son-- you have marched to the beat of your own heart since you first woke up to the world Too often you will be told Too often you have been told To get in line march with the others-- head bowed, mind asleep But you haven't And I pray you won't ever lose the insistent pound of your own rhythm I say, my son march on dance on run on with your head up your heart open your mind alive My lion heart-- make your path fierce, fearless, untamed.