We are all born into this world with our loudest cry

To break free the shell of a spirit once inert and dry

Life’s precious hourglass is turned again a gift is given

Yet another countdown for abandonment has begun

Since we remember not our past in the hands of demise

The future memory evokes we live once but die twice

Like night and day, do not all good things come in pairs?

Are not the greatest legends written about renaissance?

While no man knows if the living spell is larger than death

Let us hope love shall be the rightful owner of each rebirth