Big or small
Open or closed
Every single right
As well as wrong
Of our life
Are all jotted up
In this book
We are carrying
Since our arrival
In this world
Many rights
Are brighter than
A shining star
But all those
Inked up wrongs
Aren’t so erasable
But we can fill
This book of ours
With nothing but
Lots of rights
A small part
We can play
In turning this
Home of ours
More wonderful
Than it was
Yesterday!