Mitriel Faywood

We are born and born again,
On rough seas, under bleak skies,
In a storm of hard choices as we brace,
In the small moments when defeat shuts our eyes,
As time carves another line on our face,
And sorrow bears tears in sacrifice,
Under sighs of dreams reaching for our heart,
On dark nights, when dawn is a world apart,
For what we believe in we pay the price
And we are born again and again
Into a million lives.