Only Dust After All
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.
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