It will happen soon, we know
The sun will disappear;
The world fall into darkness
And our hearts plunge into fear

That shakes our fragile vanity,
Our dreams that we’re in charge:
We’ll know again how slight we are
Amidst a world so large

It’s not that bad things happen
For we know, again, they must:
It’s that our lives are built on sand
In which we’ve placed our trust

The winds blow into every life
And rain falls on us all;
It’s only self-importance
That’s destroyed
When we feel
Small