On warm summer nights

And cold winter days

The future looks equally bleak

We look to the skies

And wonder how time

Can reveal the answer we seek
How to shake off this feeling

That nothing has meaning

In the end we are dust and debris

 

All this time spent on fretting

And always forgetting

How history echoes our cries

Despite sickness and grief

Despite flickering belief

And although one day we will die

The bodies before us

All sing in a chorus

“All we can do is try”