Oh willful boy, you stand so tall;
On stilts of pride an impenetrable wall.
What can I do to stay this game?
The bitterness you allow ‘tis such a shame.
But what of me your friend and foe?
I never leave, I contradict your woe.
I challenge you to start anew,
Let go this hate, seek a peaceful view.
What is it you need? What will satisfy?
Is it companionship or ambitions drive?
I won’t give up. I won’t let go.
I will labor until I’m sure you know,
A peace eternal that surpasses pride,
And uses ambition for its own device.
He hears you, know you, hates you pain;
Loves you, wants you, looks to your gain.
But none will come of it until you let go,
Of self-serving ambition and bitterness woe.
On that fine day there I will be,
Declaring with open arms,
“My brother, you are free!”