In daylight the storm clouds seem to shower us with change,
While in twilight all the stars in the heavens rearrange,
Through this journey you have firmly gripped thy hand,
But we must now break away to chart these rugged lands,
One door has opened while another door has closed,
As we try to grasp what the future seems to hold,
Along the way we will take the knowledge passed,
In this river of dreams we will need a solid cast,
You have given an empty book with a story yet to tell,
For we are the coins and the world is our well.