Let not the world cut your wings,
Cause you are a bird, born to fly high.
Let not the world tamper your sails,
Cause you are the sailor, meant to tread the ocean .
No matter if you bruise your wings,
You will learn to fly.
No matter if hit the rocks ,
You will learn to try.
Once you succeed, all haters will be gone.
Once you prosper, nobody will whisper.
But remember this and soak it well,
Don’t let your winged days go in vain. Once gone no gold can buy them back!