Proceed کے بول

Son, if you're ready I have something on my mind It's from father to son and it's been that way since time began Son, if you'll listen I'll tell you what my father said On his dying bed I promised to tell you what he told me What is softer than water What is harder than rock Still the water drip will hollow out the stone What is weaker than the new tree What is stronger than the grown When the elder spreads it's branches The young can brave a storm Son when you're ready You can tell what the birds sing Birds are as good as pure When you don't use words, lies won't occur