Child did they ever tell you,
that this is how it would be?
Did they ever help you,
see what had to be freed?
No one ever wonders,
but we’re all afraid to be shown.
You’ve never felt so cared for;
you’ve never felt so warm.
Put aside your trumpets,
your walking stick, your scarf.
Take a while to thank those,
who’ve given of their warmth.
Continue on your journey,
but with these new people, in stride.
Put aside your envy,
jettison your pride.
You couldn’t be without them,
and they’re so happy that you’ve come.
You’ve never felt so cared for;
you’ve never felt so loved.
— For Grace Wu.