The wisdom that you've bestowed on me
Is quite frankly your greatest gift
For you've given me the tools
To teach and be taught

The knowledge to seek and be sought
And the courage to be brief and not bought
As I grow into my own man seeking what's lost
Is it the vision to speak and get across

Or could it be my lack of training
That's got me flaming, pointing, aiming
Taking names but only to show I'm calm and sane
For I know this game is built for the plain

Being smart only challenges hearts
So I challenged art to see where to start
And my wisdom grew I got it from you
And I'm thankful because now I can speak my truth.

* My mind is not working as effective right now. Sorry if this sucks.