As things live and die

All men start to cry

War and peace have come and gone

The end won’t be long

God’s creations all turned to dust

Including man he had trust

He let man do just

But sin has taken upon us

Millions of souls lost

And nothing left to save

No love, no memories to keep

The last thing I saw

Was a single dove above

Flying up high in the sky

With a dying crimson rose in its beak