"What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to answer this question now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much;
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves.
And yet, even then, we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies..."