An elder takes the final breath
A newborn takes the first
The village prays upon the news
And wonders which is worse
A lifetime come, a lifetime gone
And lifetimes yet to be
Which life will be the better life?
Life they will or will not see?
The old look back on seven ages
On life lived as they could
And pass as best to repress regret
And remorse for what they would
The record writ in Hæven’s pages
Saved neatly in the vault
Judgment offered to all seeing eyes
To gaze upon their fault
The babe now face’ the seven ages
An empty book to fill
But in the blank rests boundless hope
That this dust is made from Will
For any all can be a light
Any one a fallen star
And good or bad Will Just depend
From where you look, from where you are
For any all can be the one
Any one can be a zero
All are gifted this potential
So sing Unsung Hero