When we are gone
And all that is left
Is a planet bereft
Of living souls
Will it matter
Who’s to blame
When none remain
To bear the shame
Of our downfall?
When we are gone
And it won’t be long
What will we leave behind?
Our legacies
Disposable things
Hoarded dreams
And fatal insistences
That everything will be fine
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
When we are gone
And all that is left
Is a planet bereft
Of living souls
Will it matter
Who’s to blame
When none remain
To bear the shame
Of our downfall?
When we are gone
And it won’t be long
What will we leave behind?
Our legacies
Disposable things
Hoarded dreams
And fatal insistences
That everything will be fine
It doesn't have to be this way
