Nations rise and nations fall,
Eras begin and eras end.
The world just keeps spinning,
Spinning through it all.
Is it a comfort or a discouragement?
Time ticks ever onward.
The earth spins heedlessly,
and the world moves on.
Sometimes I wish time would stand still,
That the earth would slow for a gentle rest,
And the world would breathe a collective sigh
Over what has become of it.
Do you think if we all halted
In our own pursuits and gazed about us
Reflectively, respectfully, regretfully,
Do you think we would act responsibly?
If we asked ourselves \'what have we done\'
To help, to hinder, the earth, her people, our descendants?
So many things are blamed on \'society\',
But who makes it what it is except ourselves?
Who makes the world what it is,
Save the people who reside there?