I honor you, my Ancient Ancestors. May your Wisdom be felt within my soul, always.
When we were cursed we versed ourselves in the tidals
When we were bound we found ropes reached the sky
When we were racked we hooked our hands on mountains
When we were burned we learned that life is a flame
And when they said we were dead, we bled into the rain that feeds us all
And called ourselves the future
Seeking farther, farther
And we were born
again, again, again...