This world is not kind,
Not in these times..
No one understands the difference.

To all,
You leave a mark.
In history's scrolls.
It records your very life that's untold.

Your mark depends on who you are,
As a individual.

The Marks together form a symbol,
that defines your world in detail,
Allowing you to come upon the veil.

On the ending day of your life,
Those who meet a great destiny,
Shall become great.
In the context of history...

So pray, grow and emote.
For the ending day is just one breath away,
and there will be no escape.

Your mark,
The symbols.
It's all your own story,
For only you....
Are the one to tell it.