I used to have a daughter. Somewhere I lost her like all my children. My daughters and sons wandered the sand and dust of the grey fields. They stood upright and let change be their master until their figures faded away in the distance. I did not know what smiling meant until I walked through your minds. I realized I could not smile when I would not see my children again. Is this emptiness? I would not know. You see.. I do not learn from my mistakes.