Coming into the light, we evolve
All creatures from large to small
Just like snakes shed their skin
Rising out of Eden levels of sin.

To rise from the ash after we fall
Former selves a demode shell
Purest light a wonderful sight,
Soul a thing of beauty, in flight.

Symphony of sight and sound,
All once leaving the past haunt behind.
Creating something uniquely you,
An inspiring blend of old and new.