A Hope For Home - Seasons текст песни

We tend to think of ourselves as much more important to the grand cosmic
Scale of the universe than we truly are This is not to say that our
Individual lives are not valued or of importance, but the universe will not
Tremble at the thought of our passing; Truth exists regardless of our
Existence, and nothing we can do or say can strip that Truth of it's
Meaning At the end of the man's life he faces all he has been, all that he
Has known He has traversed the tunnels of nihilism and faith, and found
Himself facing one final, immutable Truth

We've conquered everything, these minds and these machines
By our hands the earth stops it's spin, and with our will it begins again
But our first breath is as our last Our first breath is as our last Our
First breath is as our last

And will the heavens still shine without our gaze?
And will the seasons still pass if there's no one to count the days?

We fade like the summer leaves in fall, then drift with the winters wind
And still we thought that we were gods, but we're nothing more than a grain
Of sand in time

We've conquered everything, these minds and these machines
By our hands the earth stops it's spin, and with our will it begins again
But when the mountains turn to dust, and the rivers all run dry,
When my final breath has come and gone, this place will carry on

We are nothing more than grains of sand on the shores of time