Memory is a fading star Without stories to keep our light History grows darker than the blank stare space The spider draws its web across time to catch the fading points Before we descend into forgetfulness We are grand But only if we remember our grandeur Ago agolona Ago agolona Ago agolona We are powerful But only if we remember our power We are beautiful But only if stories of our beauty are told How important then is the one who weaves words That by themselves mean little But together carry nations Across oceans Over continents Through time The spider weaves webs to catch our light The glory of kings and queens retold The triumphs of warriors reborn Through stories lost beauty can be regained in an instant For those who believe But you who have forgotten Are you brave enough To listen?