It's so easy to give in to you;
to take what's not yet mine,
to break what I didn't help make,
to rake in what I haven't yet grown,
but alas, you asked me to 'give in'.
We could've walked together instead;
You could've taught me how to plough,
we could've built something solid,
and finally took home the fruits we had sown.
So much together we could have grown.