Damien Rice - On children

Your ^Amchildren are not your c^Ghildren. They are the s^Fons and daughters of Life's longing for i^Gtself, They come th^Frough you, but not ^Amfrom you And though they'r^Ge with you, they belong to the^Ammselves.

You may g^Amive them your love, but not your th^Goughts. For they^F have thoughts of their o^Gwn, You may h^Fouse their bodies but not their s^Amouls, For their s^Gouls dwell in the house of tom^Amorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams,

You may s^Amtrive to be like ^Gthem, but se^Fek not to make them like ^Gyou. For l^Fife goes, not bac^Amkward nor ta^Grries with yeste^Amrday.

You are the b^Amows from which your chi^Gldren, as living ar^Frows are sent f^Gorth, The ar^Fcher sees the mark upon the p^Amath of the infinite, and He ^Gbends you, with His mi^Amght that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your be^Fnding in the archer's ^Ghand be for glad^Amness; as He lov^Fes the arrow that fl^Gies, He loves all that is is st^Amable, Let your b^Fending in the archer's h^Gand be for gladn^Amess, for even as he lo^Fves the arrow that fl^Gies, he loves also the bow that is st^Amable