When the sun sets and we wait for Dawn
When we fall and pray for grace to carry on
When all is lost and we come undone
With little faith and no strength to run

After monies made and battles won
Boundaries made - call it class division
After the feasting and even the mourns
After laws are made and ideas born

After all is said and done
As we become tired and worn
After all the lines crossed and drawn
Enemies made and ties torn

As we draw our final breath, we realize
That we all have one thing in common
- From dust have we come,
And to dust shall we return.