Even the glass
In the old windows
Will eventually break

Even the foundation
Of this building will crumble
Into a pile of clay and ash

And the pillars that
Reach so high now
Will only stand a few feet tall

So what is it all for?
What is the purpose
Why build when all things seem
To do is crumble

The experience
The memories
Legends and stories passed down

Generation to generation
Will hear of the pyramids
And temples in Greece

So if you ever think
Whats the point
No one will remember me

Remember that you helped

You helped build these stone walls
Pillars that stand tall
And broken windows shattered into small

You matter