Seasons

Seasons - A Hope For Home

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

But our first breath is as our last

But our first breath is as our last

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