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Ever morphing,
Ever shifting,
Never the same,
Turning from one face to the next.
We always change our face,
We always change our hair,
Our habits change,
As do our location.
We are born once,
And we die once,
But between these,
Is always change.

Our hair grows,
Our nails get longer,
Our cells move,
And our voices alter.
Only one certainly can be established,
And that is the circle of life,
It starts the same,
And ends the same.
Cycles alter,
As do our attitudes,
The faces of love often alter us,
But for the better or worse is always different.

Our thoughts change,
As do our attitudes,
But true love endures it all,
As that is as certain as the circle of life.
If it's not meant to change,
Life would get boring,
From birth to death,
We would be yearning.
The fact that life changes is certain,
But we can't alter our fate of death,
As much as we can prolong it,
Life is always yearning.
Our final plea and grasp at immortality,
Happens to be the only way we can live on,
The children of this world is a memorial,
A memorial to the parents before them.