This son of mine

It is a minefield, tread with care
This lonely desert we must fare
Seek, you will find what joy there is
Beyond barren lands, hills and seas
Persist till time's torch makes all bare

Fall, but to rise, son, you must dare
Opportunities are so rare
Ça c'est la vie mon petit fils
It is a minefield

Guard your life for it has no spare
Listen for silence's sound ablare
Therein lies serenity; peace;
The moments you must never miss
Devoid of this life's crazy scare
It is a minefield.

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