You were told to maintain but you would rather sustain
I hope the injury you get because of your disobedience
Helps you to sustain the memories of your strong-will
You are just like the chick that is warned not to go to
The top of the dunghill; its excited look turned to horror
At the sharp grip beak of the eagle regretfully, he realized he should
Have heed to the alarming warnings of the elders
Your tales won’t be the first to be told in the same lines
Remember the story of the prodigal son? Yes!
That very one you were told severally, nodding your head
To show you understand it well enough, well I hope
You won’t keep late to hear the falcon’s call, calling to you,
Beckon you to come back. Trace back your steps to the very:
Beginning you were cautioned of your staggering moves.