The mind like a soul's compass, leads you onward.
Guiding you through life in each direction.
Pursue your dreams as it expresses forward.
Steady seeking that desired affection.
As you pay close attention to detail.
Never to lose sight of what your mind holds.
The needle points north on southerly trails.
A fellow to argue your compass is bold.
But deep inside you lays a master force.
Even among iron fields this tool keeps true.
Your heart will push you to the right course.
Accepting this is only bared by very few.
I pray, through me you can soon find your way.
Be brave, hold my hand to the end of days.