This world may contain thousands of ills,
But the number of sufferers is countless like ocean-going sails.

The father and daughter who inherited the sky,
Wander this land's paths,
And throughout the cities, they heal the unwell.

“Heirs of the Sky who once reveled din martial might,
Why do you now soothe the world's blistering blight?”
The doctor responds with a smile,
As he cures the injury's agony.

“Father, why did our ancestors revel in war-like might?”
“Because they only have a sorrowful past of lamenting wails.”

“Then why are we here, soothing the blight?”
“Because we have a future that needs protection still.”