The winds of time run throughout my mind,
Like the WIthywindel, they wind.
I here the whispers of the past,
Voices of the future.
I here the hopes and dreams
Of my fore mothers and sisters.
I fell their fears,
Share their triumphs.

The winds of time run through my mind,
A never ending story they wind.
I see the shadow of the past,
Voices calling,
Telling me nothing lasts
But we can be immortal,
My sisters and I.
Remember and record,
You need only not forget.
You need only to remember,
To teach you daughters to recall.
Never to forget.