From whence they come
There they will run.
Ought not to deserve but a blight
Those will appear in the night
Of strong none will survive,
Of weak those will fly.
Once a generation one is lost
Once a life in one held aloft.
In the skitter of time none will see light
In two seconds of time none will see light
In two seconds of time one experiences night.
A lifetime passes on each moment
As weakness appears with new life.
Of where does one come?
Of where does one go?
Can the thought of breath move dead sinew
Or in caverns form spirit of the dew.
None may trace its lifelong path.
None discovers what lays inside
No advance will trace,
No machine can try to give
No man will surely live
Apart from you,
Breath of Water.
Create into life
Each new born babe,
Give light to darkness
Oh you can alone, Oh Soul.