Recollections of the past,
Never seem to outlast
The pains of tomorrow.
A world coated in sorrow
In which they all stumble,
Climbing the mountain that crumbles.
As humanity fades,
No one comes to their aid.
When the rain beats down,
Lightning strikes the ground.
Erased from our sight,
Released from their plight,
They are freed.
While we planted a seed,
Of selfish origin,
Committing the horrid sin.
We failed to provide the cure,
Still claiming our hearts were pure.
Such is the nature of man,
Approached with a problem, he ran.