HOW CAN I TELL YOU?

You're living too hard, how can I tell you?

You've been ever tempted since you were born,

And no great examples from those who came before—

How can I tell you?

You're living too hard.

You have the latest and all to impress,

But in chastity and morals, you have regressed;

You have the hottest things in stock,

You give the sons of men things to talk.

Why do you have to rush growing up, child:

And walk a path you know is wild?

I've seen maidens lose their shine in youth,

You have to listen, I speak the truth!

How can I tell you?

You're living too hard.

Take a walk with me, enjoy the scenery,

Enter the depths of my heart, you'll really

See what it means to live,

And how awesome I think you can be:

For the present blinds us to these things!

But we'll hope like Mary Magdalene,

We'll all come to live our lives free and clean,

And live as we ought to be.

I'm not yet perfect, but how can I

Tell you you're living too hard.

© el-iyanu