Praise the man who sees himself,
he who learnt between the lines,
and understood to draw on books.
Praise the woman who knows herself,
who sees through the lies,
despite attempts to prove her otherwise.
Love those who walk in the rain,
bothered not by the slightest stain,
and leave luxuries behind.
Bless those who know their way,
around the world in search,
of only the search itself.
Love – hail, rain or shine!
Despite the pain,
leave hate behind.
Praise she who sees herself,
in all attempts otherwise,
to see through the lies.
Praise he who finds himself,
who learns to understand,
and draw lines in sand.