To steal from time is no foolish thing
For the lord of it cares not for its passing
With light we snatch from heaven's eye
May we commit to memory all we've survived 
Be it monstrous or beautiful, let it be written here
In the lines of our faces, the tattoos of our years
May our optimism be cherished when sun is dark 
And our cruelty remembered so it is never forgot 
In the fields of the valley where wind is wild
Atop desert plateau where sun boils
In cities so loud birds forget to sing
Below deepest sea where mystery sleeps
For we cartographers of life, may the poets remember
Our watchful faces and hearts of fire
And when they look back at all we've left behind
May it be stolen light that thrills their eyes