Be not the lamp that burns all night
For every hand that seeks its glow
Guard well the tender, inward light
And let the careless wander slow.
Give not your heart to every plea
Nor every voice your quiet ear
For what is scattered loses thee
And what is sacred must be dear.
Be kind as rain upon the field
Be gentle as the evening air
Yet let your deepest wounds be sealed
For not all hands are meant to care.
Let those who leave go with the tide
Let fading footsteps fade away
The soul grows stronger when it learns
Some doors are wiser left to stay.
Give warmth, but keep your inner flame
Give love, but do not lose your name
For those who truly know your worth
Will never make you prove your birth.
Walk where the quiet rivers flow
Where peace is more than praise or fame
For hearts that truly love you know
Your silence bears a sacred name.
And if the world should call you cold
Because you guard what once was torn
Remember fields that flowers hold
Must first be sheltered from the storm.
So stand beneath the moonlit sky
With neither guilt nor need to please
Not every soul must know you by
Some distance is the price of peace.
Be present where your presence grows,
Be absent where your spirit dies;
For wisdom is the heart that knows
When to give and when to rise.
For every hand that seeks its glow
Guard well the tender, inward light
And let the careless wander slow.
Give not your heart to every plea
Nor every voice your quiet ear
For what is scattered loses thee
And what is sacred must be dear.
Be kind as rain upon the field
Be gentle as the evening air
Yet let your deepest wounds be sealed
For not all hands are meant to care.
Let those who leave go with the tide
Let fading footsteps fade away
The soul grows stronger when it learns
Some doors are wiser left to stay.
Give warmth, but keep your inner flame
Give love, but do not lose your name
For those who truly know your worth
Will never make you prove your birth.
Walk where the quiet rivers flow
Where peace is more than praise or fame
For hearts that truly love you know
Your silence bears a sacred name.
And if the world should call you cold
Because you guard what once was torn
Remember fields that flowers hold
Must first be sheltered from the storm.
So stand beneath the moonlit sky
With neither guilt nor need to please
Not every soul must know you by
Some distance is the price of peace.
Be present where your presence grows,
Be absent where your spirit dies;
For wisdom is the heart that knows
When to give and when to rise.
