Smaller than a grain of sand,
Even the mountains on this land,
We’re a dot in time and space,
Spinning around at a slow pace.
But in this dot there’s so much dispute,
With many questions we pursuit,
Which god is real or the best,
Or why does the sun set to the west.
We kill and fight for what we don’t know,
But we’re a small planet that will not grow,
Why trouble ourselves over these delusions,
We must heal and find resolutions.