We aspire to be something special,
To be far more than what we are
But in the glory from our creator
We're loved, able, and we are whole
This world is wonder filled, magnificent
Blessed indeed, found upon an anomaly
A world pregnant with life and resources
We can't praise his work ever enough
But our lives are not at all innocent
One does not need to know prophecy
To that humans are going to fail
But we were sent to find more
Than pleasure and gold
To commit wars and crimes
We have only a short time
In all this planet's years
Once the storm of its birth
Things were not settled
In that form it was struck
By meteors and planets
But since becoming whole
Only humans have wounded it
In the ways that can kill
