When the people of this earth are all gone. The floating rock will still spin on. Trees will grow where we once laid our streets. And all the problems I once had. All the things we thought were good or bad. Will be just a faint mark on the floating rock. A single spark lost like all the others in the dark. And while I believe my soul will be more. This much I know for sure. And that's that if I want to be remembered on this floating rock. Then I should spend my life making it a better rock. Because while we each only have a little spark. It just takes one kind spark to light up the dark.