'Foo Fighters' have a new single with similar title so i'll get sentimental to a poem of mine.

"Ropes"

The first thing they do is cut the rope
but Mother holds you close
and aloft.

The second thing that happens is being shown the ropes,
all new ones
that don't smell like home.

The third thing that happens is being pulled out to war.
Keep your enemies close
just to keep your friends closer.

The fourth thing that happens is you pass the buck,
with what's left of your will,
then you plan your way home

The last thing they do is cut the rope.
Hope your next-of-kin holds you close
and sees you down