Long before we live, our days at end
Inscribe for us to meet a distant tomb
Prophetic by the wisdom that does mend
Before existence in our mother's womb
A fairness from a precious place we make
A single choice for what our life will be
While fate does reap what first we must create
It's there that all our plans and futures see
Our journey that is meant to grant us time
Yet time is only meant to here conceive
The tone of life while granting us in prime
The things that make us by what we believe
So long before we live, our days at end
Inscribe for us to meet a distant tomb
Prophetic by the wisdom that does mend
Before existence in our mother's womb
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