"The Kite"

by: Ildefonso Santos Take this my son, this little kite A kite of stick and Japanese paper Pretty red, white and blue toy With your name at its center My only wish, before you fly it Take care of this little kite's balance Take care of its every end So it won't turn upside down nor sway Like it or not, the day will come When you'll be enticed into a kite-fight Struggle o struggle, but always remember Only a clean heart scores a victory And if in case, your kite has fell Taken by others, or the string was cut If it has not been returned May merciful hands claim it as theirs Life is a kite, weak and turbulent Fight or be fought, wherever it goes O let it fly and kiss our God Before it fell unto the earth.

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