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.
Copyright © Hunter Ware | Year Posted 2010
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