When all the laughter dies in sorrow
And the tears have risen to a flood,
When all the wars have found a cause
In human wisdom and in blood,

Do you think they'll cry in sadness?
Do you think the eye will blink?
Do you think they'll curse the madness?
Do you even think they'll think?

When all the great galactic systems
Sigh to a frozen halt in space,
Do you think there will be some remnant
Of beauty of the human race?

Do you think there will be a vestige
Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear?
Do you think a greater thinking thing
Will give a [bad word] that man was here?