We do what we can, while we can do it, with the help of a generous hand helping you through it
If you have a load to tote, make sure you note, those who helped you carry it along the way
If you think you can endure the tumultuous tendency of mishap alone, you are mistaken
Employment of self-serving needs and greed will be certain to leave you forsaken
With only one life don’t you ever wonder what it is you’ve been busy procrastinating or making?
Breath by breath do you tremble and quiver at your potential, yet don’t believe you’ll ever warrant your given credential?
Are you consumed with a vision that cripples at times because of people’s good will and faith that is missing?
How long has it been since you went sleepless through the night because the sum of your soul hung hope on wishing?
For a will, for a way, for just a simple sign of goodness coming your way
We must hold on hope but it is not our hope but hustle that the gods above will note
Sweat equity, labor and love must be defined in your life like the five fingers in a glove
Reach for the stars but always be weary of oncoming cars
Vision without a strategic mission is as futile as a well on which a hopeless man is wishin’
Wishes have glitches because for some they sculpt a statue of a life where the desperate do not turn up cold and dead in ditches
Give a helping hand without the connotation of your appreciation via parade and marching band
Give a shit, because without it, your soul has already quit
Give a damn, because without sincerity, even a king is susceptible to being left alone in his land.