On Children歌词

On Children - Damien Rice
Your children
Are not your children
They are the sons and daughters
Of life's longing for itself
They come through you
Not from you
Though they are with you
They belong to themselves
You may give them your love
But not your thoughts
For they have thoughts of their own
You may house their bodies not their souls
For their souls dwell
In a house of tomorrow
Which you cannot visit
Not even in your dreams
You may strive to be like them
But seek not to make them like you
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday
You are the bows from which your children
As living arrows are sent forth
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite
And He bends you with His might
That His arrows may go swift and far
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness
For even as He loves the arrow that flies
So He loves the bow that is stable
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness
For even as He loves the arrow that flies
So He loves the bow that is stable编辑于2021/03/17更新