Poetry: Advice

Mist is thick when the eagle calls
Don't think too hard or you'll never fall
Don't look behind when the future calls
The past is pretty but it ends all

Remember to think so you're never cowed
Sing with soul but not too loud
If you think you're falling now
Don't you ever question how

The path is dark and dimly lit
But don't think that you're not fit
Because if you think "this ain't it"
Then you won't get a little bit

The crow cries of the mother's tears
The girl screams to let out her fears
Evil calls as it draws near
Hold your own, hold it dear

In the end, you can win
So don't think your chance is slim
But having an ego is a sin
It's a balance of a needle on a pin