Little Humans  
Feeling strong
 Open, Loving
 Some doin’ wrong

  Little Humans [bad word] away 
Breaking, fading
 Made of clay 

 Little Humans
 Acting strange
 Dominions fading
but they won’t change 

Worlds turn
 Lifelines burn
 And high above , a thousand miles..
God smiles.

  Little Humans 
Want to last
 Building, carving
 Life ends too fast
 
 Little Humans
 Flesh and bone 
Searching, Fearing to
be alone  

Worlds turn
 Lifelines burn
 And high above , a thousand miles…
God smiles.