You can love me, but I must make me happy.
You can teach me, but I must do the learning.
You can guide me, but I will have to walk the path.
You can coach me, but I must win that game.
You can even promote me, but I must be successful.
You can even pity me, but I will still have to bear the sorrow.
For the gift of love is not the food that feeds me;
It is the sunshine that nourishes what I must finally harvest for myself.
So, if you love me, don’t just sing me a song.
Teach me to sing, for when I am alone I will need the melody.