Every life exists To live and multiply. Every note exists To compose marvelous melodies. Imagination exists To see the worlds that cannot be seen. Emotions exist To express in languages that cannot be spoken. Death, too, exists To let the living taste the pain of losing. All things exist for a reason To make every mother’s son as they’re now. So fret not, folks For no one is an exception To the wonders and woes of this world Set in motion by the biggest yet gentlest hand of all.