All men are particles of time
They come and go as sun and rain
They are inhabitants in a world
beneath or above they don’t know
They slam their hands to God above
And chasten their teeth to him for help
Their last is that they will never know
The accomplishment that gives time its sense
The call from the East to time above
And back to him all men will go
We are all elements of time, generations and lineage will pass but time will remain the same and the only thing that changes is what man could change but not time., time remains unchanged.