For a world so afraid of dying,

that the crafts of the dead are worth millions,

we do an awful lot of lying,

when death threathens us in billions.

For a world so obsessed with the future,

with what your legacy will be,

we kinda forgot about nurture,

of making sure there'll be people to see.

But for a world so keen about the past,

to keep, to marvel, to preserve,

we might be happy at last,

when we become a part of what we serve.