It spins.
The world changes.
It turns,each time it touches the sun and the moon...
...it takes a new shape.
The one thing that does not change...
...is my powerlessness.
It turning.
If fate is a millstone...
...then we are the grist.
There is nothing we can do.
So I wish for strenght.
If I cannot protect them from the wheel...
...then give me a strong blade...
...and enough strenght...
...TO SHATTER FATE.