The Eternal Cycle

A man could raise a nation Free all from being bound And yet in the space of time It wouldn't make a sound. A girl feels her aching heart The intolerable pain in her chest But little does she realize She's no different from the rest. For all the good we do And all the pain we must endure It's doubtful that any one of us Has made our world more pure. Perhaps our actions will last For a century or two But in the end it all goes back No matter how much good we do.