You see those who have gone before us all,
Have left a little of themselves that rises and falls,
In every breath in every heart beat,
We feel their presence, they guide our feet;
Yet we cannot be what we were before,
It must be ours to be all that and more.

In another time and another place,
Who of us could have taken their place?
Yet I am me and this is now,
I must use strength to make it somehow.
So I call on them when my way is tough,
I lean on them when the going is rough.

I hear their spirit, I look to the sky,
I catch their wings, they help me fly.
I may never achieve what has already been done,
But by joining their spirits, we can become one.

~~~~Sebia~~~~