See me not for who I once was, I am cast out in history.
Souls once intertwined never truly sever, unless cut with lies.
Breaking dawn, shimmering light of days break.
Sorrows, hold me not in your embrace.
Change is all the better, facing times of new season.
Let sadness die and be born again.
For when I remember, I seek not who we were, but are.
In being, we become, while in becoming we belong.
Such it is to fly in the heavens, and once again shine like stars.