All things must come to dust,
Everything dies,
And time will end.
The only question is when.
Every bit of existence,
Every history,
Fights to stay alive
While fates much larger
Than the grand design are at play.
Life cries out to be saved.
It is much bigger than any one,
Or one in many.
The mission�s far from done,
Yet hope is still plenty.
It�s a fight to live,
To be free,
To save all that is,
All that was,
All that ever could be.
Only if now can be saved
Can there be a later,
Where much further ahead
Lays a rightful end.
If battles are won,
There is joy to say;
That the end of all time
Will not be today.
