The past is a story

Of lives and their glory

Their triumphs and their shame

In time, all but a name.

 

Yet the echoes remain

Of joy, love, loss and pain

Of battles fought and won

Of all that we've begun.

 

For every step we take

The past is our wake

A guide in our journey

A light in our tourney.

 

So let us not forget

All that history begets

The lessons we have learned

And the bridges we have burned.

 

For in every moment

We live our own component

In this great tapestry

Of human destiny.