[Style: Melancholic classic rock ballad, 72 BPM, mournful saxophone led, raspy weary male baritone, 1970s analog, late night lonely trucker atmosphere] [Intro: Lonely Alto Saxophone Solo, Rain, Highway Ambience, Soft Piano Chords] [Verse 1: Quiet, brushed drums, intimate vocal, storytelling about a father trying to explain life ] Listen up, my son, this matters now, lean in close for my wisdom: Guard your thoughts, let your words be wise and true. [Instrumental Break: Soulful Saxophone fills answering the vocal] A forbidden woman's lips drip honey, her words slick as oil, But her end is bitter, a two-edged blade. Her path leads down to death, straight to the grave. She slips off the road of life, leaving no trace. Hear me now, my son, don't turn away. [Verse 2: Bass and full drums enter, more weight, same weary vocal] Keep your distance, don't approach her door: Lest you give your strength to others, your years to the merciless. Lest strangers consume your wealth, your hard work enrich another's house; [Sax Solo: Long, crying, melancholic, the main hook of the song] [Verse 3: Strip back down, almost whispered, exhausted] And you'll groan at the end, when your body wastes away, Saying, "How I hated instruction, my heart despised correction; I ignored my teachers, refused to listen to my guides!" I indulged in all kinds of wickedness, And everyone saw it coming. So turn your gaze to what truly nourishes; Drink water from your own cistern, fresh from your own well. Then your springs will spread, streams in the streets. They will be yours alone, not for strangers to share. Let your spring be blessed: rejoice with the wife of your youth. Let her be a graceful deer, a pleasant doe; her love will satisfy you always; captivated by her affection. Why then, my son, be captivated by a strange woman, embrace an alien bosom? Because Yahweh sees all of man's ways, and He weighs every path. His own choices will ensnare the wicked, bound by the ropes of his sins. He will die from lack of discipline; and in his abundant foolishness he will go astray. [Outro: Extended Saxophone Solo Fade Out, sound of crickets into the night] Listen up, my son, this matters now, lean in close for my insight: Guard your thoughts, let your words be wise and true.
