On Children lyrics

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself,

They come through you,

but not from you,

And though they're 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

but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the 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;

as He loves the arrow that flies,

He loves all that is is stable,

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness,

for even as he loves the arrow that flies,

he loves also the bow that is stable

• Artist:Damien Rice
• Album:Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet' Soundtrack