The March of Time

I walked along a lonely lane,
A pale moon overhead.
Cast eerie shadows 'cross my path,
I followed where it led.
No human noises could I hear.
No sulfur filled the air.
Before me loomed an ancient ruin,
I sat and lingered there.

I thought about these crumbling walls,
Built centuries long gone by.
And of the men who built these walls,
They lived like you and I.
They lived their lives and dreamed their dreams,
They loved, they fought, they died.
But now of them all that remains,
These old walls by my side.

As I am now so too were they,
As they are I will be.
All I have is this moment,
Of morn' no guarantee.
I'll help my neighbor while I can,
And cease to question why.
Soon someone, some one else by grass grown mound,
Will wonder, who was I.

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