STAND UP, MY SON,

Walk tall, I say, my fallen son,
get up again, stand up and run,
and when again, you come to fall,
stand up again, my son, walk tall.

Stand up, be proud, but not in vain,
for when you slip, stand up again,
and use the pain, from falling down,
to lift you back up from the ground.

Jump up and fly, my chosen one,
stand up high, and touch the sun,
for stars above, await your light,
so jump up high, and touch the sky.

Be wise, my son, alight your soul,
be wise, and hear my spirit call,
ignite the fire, whose bright flames roar,
alight your soul forever more.

Stand up, my son, stand up, walk tall,
and even when you slip and fall,
stand up the same, stand high, aloft,
to start again, where you left off.

SHOESTRING SHANE