For every person there is a moment
When all that has ever been
Ceases to be
When all that you have seen
You know you’ll never again see

I will call it a beginning
Because it hurts too much to end
And a beginning bears the hope
That these torn edges might just mend

We are born to face our moments
And like soldiers march ever toward
That inevitability before us
That all consuming sword

From a distance the moment rises
And sings a siren’s song
We gasp at the beauty
Of that moment we’ve sought after so long

When it ends we still march forward
But those who look back are struck to see
The path we’ve always walked
Now ceases to be