Your children
Are not your children
They are the sons and the daughters
Of life long before itself
They come through you, but they are not from you
And though they are with you, they belong not to you
You can give them your love, but not your thoughts
They have their own thoughts, they have their own thoughts
You can house their bodies, but not their souls
For their souls dwell in the place of tomorrow
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams
You can try to be like them, but you cannot make them just like you
Strive to be like them, but you cannot make them just like you
Your children
Are not your children
They are the sons and the daughters
Of life long before itself
They come through you, but they are not from you
And though they are with you, they belong not to you
You can give them your love, but not your thoughts
They have their own thoughts, they have their own thoughts
You can house their bodies, but not their souls
For their souls dwell in the place of tomorrow
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams
You can try to be like them, but you cannot make them just like you
Strive to be like them, but you cannot make them just like you
