Wisdom Is Calling

Widsom, remember the times you had with my mother.

Now is that time to have with me.

So one day I can say,

"Wisdom, remember the great time we had together."

I know I am only 18 years old,

but my mother, she was 16.  Mother Wisdom is calling me. 

Away from home, away from life, away from the dangers that we see at night, 

 away from people, away from things, away from mom and dad. 

Wisdom's hand reaching out and calling me forward.  Going into my head,

filling my head with knowledge not to do wrong.

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