Cycle

The children of our future Are not our children at all They come through us But to us do not belong They belong to their own time A place which we can't exist Because our time has expired A time to live A time to play A time to learn A time to die They like us before them Have been chosen to leave Their soul prints in the sands To dare to paint their human impressions In the eternal abyss unbound Free to dream Free to roam Free to go where their hearts want to go One day soon their time will end Like generations before If they were ever so lucky Ever so brave They will leave their children also In this beautiful cycle Called life