You are all that has come before you and all that comes after.

You are all that has come before you and all that comes after.

You are your grandparents, and they were their grandparents, and so on and so on until before bones rested in sand. There's a hand on your shoulder though you cannot feel it, and a whisper in your ear though you will not notice most days. But today, it will cut through the silence when you stand still and it will say "be noble and kind." You will not know terror and despair in such a pure form so it should be easy...oh no, it is much harder. But child, do not grow complacent.

The song could be a call to arms or a lullaby, and you must choose.

So choose.