I thought my job was that of teacher,
That I was here to show you how to be.
That when you wanted answers as to ‘how?’
That your first port of call should be with me.
I thought my job was that of leader,
That in the way I go about each day,
That I should model how to live your life,
By watching me, that you would learn the way.
I think my job is one of guidance,
Not to tell you how or when or why,
But to help you realise your own potential,
And to offer solace when you cry.
I know now
I can’t live your young life for you,
I need to teach you how to find your way
With guidance, love and ears that listen
To every single word you choose to say.