Too much confusion, rest at ease
We have your back, pretty please
We like your smile and your kind rapport
Forget the ones that make you snore
Ancient days, divine design
Brings you forward to this time
Past beginnings, we had hoped
You would travel on the boat
Many Moons have past since then
Anxious words, deliver so
Too much loss, lesson, Hope
You’re too precious to worry so.
~ Amayah