Wind and fire, birth and pain
Time is created, and the mold is forged
People and chance arise, now will come the watering rain

So here you are, the after-image of all those before,
And you are filled with questions
You dare not find out if Death is near
And it is said
To never forget the faces of our Fathers nor Mothers
But in all the posturing
Can you look upon your own visage
And you
Can you remember your own features
Or are you blinded by the mirage
By the net cast by others to impede your questions...

Life is a dream and test, time and pain
Light and dark, an endless searching quest
So, little one, remember your times
Your chances, your loves and hates

For when court is brought into session
All the Jurors and Judge will see
Is what you are, what you were
And what you have learned in-between...