“The songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children”
“The past lives within the present, and our ancestors breathe through our children.”
“I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.”
“We don't inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.”
“Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.”
“It's our song," he murmured into my ear.”