Teacher, teacher

Teacher, Teacher what is this?

Young Man that is a paper

It comes from any tree

And we need it as a writer

To write all what we see

Teacher, Teacher what is this?

Young Man that is a pen

You can have it, go and write

What you feel, what's in your heart

You can write what you think is right

Teacher, Teacher what is HOPE?

Young Man that's what you feel

When sometimes you are weary,

When you want to stand still

Problems will go away freely

Teacher, Teacher what is FAITH?

Young Man that is in you

And it comes from believing

As fresh as morning dew

So don't stop from believing

Teacher, Teacher what is LOVE?

Young Man that's a nice question

But I can give no answer

Because I'm just a writer

And I haven't been a lover.