The truth of my existence
was in my father's eyes,
he loved me with his whole heart
in between tying his ties.

The fight for my existence
was within my siblng's reach;
I vastly underrated their
abilities to teach.

The aire of my existence
was urged along by friends,
taking me down pathways
that taught me of the trends.

The light of my existence
lives in my mother's eyes;
she loves me unconditionally
when I let her down, she cries.

The seeds of our existence
are all lodged deep inside,
to truly understand ourselves
we can't afford to hide.

But, the spirit of my existence
depends greatly on the love;
the truth, the light, the aire, the fight,
and compassion come from, above.