When all the tombstones one day succumb and crumble away to dust
There will be Hope still left over, I trust
For all the dead souls who deserve not to be forgot
In a fair and just world there must

For all those darling celebrities who were lovely and hot
And worked tirelessly to be worshiped for something they were not
They toiled and twisted to be seen as the best of the best
Was all their admirable effort for naught?

And all those soldiers robbed of being old, who were laid to rest
To suffer together in a place of pain at someone else’s behest
Who chose to go to a place that we call inhumane
And then died with their wishes and dreams unexpressed

And for all those persons we see everyday
Who should not disappear, and deserve to have their stories be told
But truly to those that have pulled us from sorrow and shown us the way
And made our ordinary lives shine a hue of brilliant gold

I hope that one day dust will be forgotten as something to fear
And that high Heaven can come softly rest on the mortal sphere