We live in a broken world,
I’ve heard it over and over before.
Traditions are lost, morals corrupt -
Only to be torn apart by war.
We build and we build
Our cities stand tall overhead
But are those cities all that will be left
Once we’re gone and dead?
Towers fall and the earth crumbles
Nothing we construct will stay
We can’t seem to use our hands
In any sort of lasting way.
And it’s not just our buildings
That have fallen on top of us.
We’re suffocated by our lack of love
In a world deprived of trust.
We ask, “How are you?”
But don’t wait for a reply.
It’s like saying hello when
You’ve already said your goodbyes.
You see, the world’s problem isn’t its brokenness.
I’m sure Adam and Eve’s house blew over, too.
It’s that we fixate ourselves on the trivial
Without asking, “What else can we do?”
Giving a homeless man a shelter
Doesn’t necessarily give him a home
Because the walls weren’t what mattered to him,
It was the people who’ve now left him alone.
Cleaning up a beach
Only changes it for a day
Because until people see what they’ve done
Beaches will remain that way.
Change starts with people
Looking back on their past
And seeing how little of what they’ve done
Actually will last.
Once we see what’s behind
Only then do we look ahead
To leave something that will last
Once we’re gone and dead.
Words are the only thing
We can forever leave behind
Because they’ve been the only thing so far
To stand the test of time.
We can set them to music,
We can put them in a book,
We can write them in a diary
For only us to look.
We can write them for a class,
We can speak them to a crowd,
We can unite a generation
Or use them to tear it down.
So if our words are all that’s left
After your soul has gone on ahead,
What will yours say of you
Once you’re gone and dead?