Let the young find their rhythm
Parent have patience, don't give up too early. The small heart beats in ever so subtle tones. Silent to the shouting, silent to the need to know the obvious, silent to catch up with what comes naturally to the grown up. The heart sinks in the fear of not knowing. Feels left out , feels unfit, makes self opinion of being the black sheep. For the silent heart the scream of obvious is piercing. The words etched in a tattoo ink over those innocent beat of heart. From now on till eternity, the heart will beat with the same deaf tone. For it will not know it's true potential till the heart beats out violently. Sometimes it brings rediscovery, sadly not so frequently. There are more brilliant out there than meets the eye. For they are the kamakazi of their own. The self made opinion never got a chance to meet the brilliance that lies insight. To you all who are brilliant yet don't know it yet. May the light guide you and help you discover what is truly inside you.
Parent have patience, don't give up too early. The small heart beats in ever so subtle tones. Silent to the shouting, silent to the need to know the obvious, silent to catch up with what comes naturally to the grown up. The heart sinks in the fear of not knowing. Feels left out , feels unfit, makes self opinion of being the black sheep. For the silent heart the scream of obvious is piercing. The words etched in a tattoo ink over those innocent beat of heart. From now on till eternity, the heart will beat with the same deaf tone. For it will not know it's true potential till the heart beats out violently. Sometimes it brings rediscovery, sadly not so frequently. There are more brilliant out there than meets the eye. For they are the kamakazi of their own. The self made opinion never got a chance to meet the brilliance that lies insight. To you all who are brilliant yet don't know it yet. May the light guide you and help you discover what is truly inside you.
