I am a believer in free choice. I was molded this way.
I believe in the importance of living your own experiences.
And of living up to them.
Our elders may offer up advice. Whether we listen or not.
They are like seeds they sow, you know, in the soil of young hearts.
As we live on. And in our soul, the orchard of our memories begin to grow.
We will one day recognize those truths, they wanted us to know.
These days, you see, I came to know better...
For all the choices I made. Right and wrong. The trail never fades.
Those words once said, you know. Come a time. They will in your life come aglow.
And in time, like the mighty seeds of tall and steadfast trees.
Their wisdom will in you grow.
For the road ahead seem tamer for me now. Along with the wanderer in me somehow.
Lined with those trees. Once not much higher than my knees. Planted a half-a-time ago.
Some from dear old voices I shall never upon this world hear evermore.
Now, upon this road I pave with my peers - siblings, cousins, and friends, I shall travel on.
From a time always near. As the stars become clear. By the memory of better things, I shall.
And so hallowed moments, never may it fade. With each fading year, may they only grow near.
For these are my lolos and lolas, my papa/s and my mom/s, ninongs and ninangs, titos and titas...
O the salt of so many tears! Shining together. Wept as one. From past to present gathered.
Thus, didst salt preserve. The memory. Coming sweetly now. From evil delivered somehow.
Ever with each hurt overgrown, by the fruits of wiser fears. Better came my days, getting clear.