Some of you hurt by Someone gone,
Angered by taunts that echo on:

Sapience remembers.

Anger's easy; anger's quick.
This recklessness should not stick.

Sapience remembers.

If you've lost Someone you love,
You know others thinking of

This same One, as in your heart,
So breathe a second 'fore you start.

Sapience remembers.

Close your eyes, see in your head:
There's the one Whose shrines you fed.

There's the feeling you still feel
That One, to whom you want to kneel.

There's your memory, it's pure.
And within it, They endure.

Open eyes, and open wide:
Share these memories, spead them wide.

Let Sapience remember.

Sapience remembers.



Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 611 AF.