No matter where I will go,
From Houston or Paris,
I'll always remember,
Those who were my parent's.
Whether just taking me in,
Or giving me birth,
By marriage or blood,
Or showing me my worth.
And I'll remember my friends
And everyone that I meet.
Though I may not remember
Which desk is my seat.
And for those who betray me,
In the future or past,
I hope you get where you're going,
And forever there you will last.
As Karma's wingwoman,
I hope you get what you deserve.
Whether always waiting in line,
Or on a private reserve.
Because guilt hurts the most
Out of every emotion.
Wondering 'what could have been'
While life was in motion.
What you could have done different,
And just where things went wrong.
Until you realize,
You just weren't as strong.
So you get off the ground
And you take a few steps,
And you hold your head higher,
And you start on your quest.
A quest to be better,
A goal to make good.
Because great things will happen
To those who do as they should.
I hope once you read this,
And still praying you to,
That you think a bit more
About the things that you do.
The people you meet
And the things that you say
Bury deep in the minds
Of the children at play.
Because you're an example
Whether or not you want to
And in case you start running,
No one will save you.
We all save ourselves
From the pits of despair,
And we hold our hands out
To those still climbing the stair.