Without Us

Who turns the world?

Who makes it go round?

Is it the men who dream?

Or the men who deem

That justice be done?

I say its the one who has fun

But you'd rather say

Its the one who runs

Toward the days of tomorrow

Who turns the world?

Who makes it go round?

Does it even matter?

Of the fighter and the Lover

Lets hope it the latter

But i sit here and think

and the sky gives a wink

as the the clouds hover

my heart does not pound 

it races not a foot

cause it makes perfect sense

The world keeps on turning

With us or not