Through the course of reality,

We develop individuality.

Shaped by circumstance old and new,

We are asked, “Who are you?”

Who are you and who am I?

Changing in the blink of an eye,

Past and present piling up,

Building, shaping, forming us.

Developing scene by scene,

When do we wipe the slate clean?

 

Who are you and who am I?

Will we strive to touch the sky?

Will we change or will we stay?

Slowly transforming day by day.

Alterations, slow and calm,

Sometimes quick, like a squall,

Adjusting ourselves here and there,

As we live, year by year.

 

Changing quick and changing fast,

We exist as proof of our past,

Things will come and go,

On the wind, we are blown,

Whirling, spinning, round and round, 

Changes ranging as our voices sound.

 

Perhaps you’ll change, or perhaps you’ll stay,

Yielding things of yesterday,

Past and present taking hold,

Replacing new things for the old.

 

Lift your voice, sound your cry.

Who are you and who am I?