When our dreams have faded away
And our lives have become as dust
Artifacts of our existence will stand
Built by our labors, visions, and trust
They will remain in view, in memory
As proof of our energy and our lust
We wish to be remembered in history
Those desires and dreams are crushed
We exist for moments, pass from view
The earth forgets even our touch
And it keeps spinning, spinning
With or without our presence
