"The Lesson": Yes, my fretting, Frowning child, I could cross The room to you More easily. But IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â„Â¢ve already Learned to walk, So I make you Come to me. Let go nowÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â€Â There! You see? Oh, remember This simple lesson, Child, And when In later years You cry out With tight fists And tearsÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â€Â ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã…Â“Oh, help me, GodÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â€Âplease.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã‚ÂÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â€Â Just listen And youÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â„Â¢ll hear A silent voice: I would, child, I would. But itÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â„Â¢s you, Not I, Who needs to try Godhood.