Teach your children well
Their father’s hell
Did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks
The one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would die
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
O Escriba 
Where there is a will there is a way! True friendship is seen through the heart not through the eyes!” Hope is the last one to die!”