Cherish your days, Such as they are, Change is always near, Even mountains fall, Collector of souls, He comes for us all, To be taken, Where he would please, I built a totem, Lined with the art of our tribe, It was meant to stand, Tall, to the end of time You won't believe you can't understand, But it is something that I must amend, My search began when I reached the end, I seek only to begin again, The irony of it all is that we Think ourselves the first to be wronged, We must all share this blame, in defeat- Be Strong, We change like a lens, So for all this discord, much remains the same, I wonder, can we go back, Can we circle back the wheel of life,