Don’t make my bed the way you want yours
Teach me instead how to make a bed or a crib
Never let me into the habit of just counting sheep
I may want a field for to graze my goats

Don’t present me with a mural of your majestic self
Bestow me instead an art for my able hands
Never adorn my walls with vistas of far away lands
I may want to paint a fresco of my ancestors and elfs

Don’t dissent that which I chose for my goats, a field rural
Impart me the wisdom of your bones, your last fall
Never regret my choice of a fresco on that wall
I may want to paint your majesty counting sheep on our mural

Dont criticize to put me down, instead teach me with clarity
For times of scarce, when you're gone and lain
To the helpless left, we know sorrow and pity cant sustain
Search your heart for who is accountable for life's disparity

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Sylvi Sylva

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