We stand on the soil
of moral growth,
we bleed to sprout,
and heal to know.
We walk on the structure
of social need,
we stray to become,
and trace to lead.
We fall on the fabric
of precedent youth,
we bequeath to cut,
and drink to approve.
Mathieu Hotte
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-the-endower/
