As the Big Ones grew older, they cast off and dropped
The promises they made and wars that they fought
But the Little One caught them, in hands just like baskets
To ensure that the world won't forget and move past it
The Big Ones were tired, and jaded, and old
They gave up their joys for power and gold
And they frowned at the Little One, messy and wild
And told them to quit it, stop being a child
Help them massacre dissenters, embody ideals
Bring the world down with them, crushed by their heels
And the Little one said no, and brought up the past
When peace was abounded and happiness did last
So they created a box made of shadow and shame
And closed off the Little One, now forgotten by name
They ruined a world once thought just and fair
And the Little One watched full of loss and despair
And when you reminisce of the days of old
Walking down the path that glitters like gold
You may find a feather, a pebble, a leaf
That hums with a name far too old for belief
So pick it up quickly, hold on to the thought
Of truth and of lies, and of those who forgot
A name not remembered, now only a role
And that's how the world finally lost its soul