Only dust after all

Written by: Ryan Farmer

And again we build another tower,
To touch the sky and live like Gods.
Each generation, has it`s flower,
Only to forget, after all the odds 
We are only made of dust.

Dust ! 
Sons of stars
Made from stars, 
A million stars,
And throw in a few 
Exploding super-novae.

So what ?
I prefer to be a son of Love
And forever 
live with my God above.