We all come from another,
We are made up of those who came before.

Some will have the privilege of knowing,
Others will not.

Life is not fair,
It is not ours but belongs to something greater than us.

We are but a small speck on it's timeline
Of much less importance than we might think.

We are here to be here, that's it
To breathe, to live

We are here to leave our mark
And it is ours to make, that is the little control we have.