Build A Future

Church bells ring out on the morning of Sunday
An ancient sound across a contemporaneous landscape
The faithful few answer the call to pray
As the seventh day begins to take shape

This once sacred day no different to the rest
No let up in the frenzy of modern living
This once sacred day was a day of rest
A time for reflection, prayer and giving

A cold world of isolation thrives
Bowed heads, fixed stares at a brightly lit device
What on earth are we doing with our lives?
No sense of virtue, indulging in vice

Too many distractions, we're losing our soul
A human racing to a robotic void
No sense of purpose, no ultimate goal
Filming everything, no moment left enjoyed

We don't need to think anymore
We've got the whole world in our hands
We aspire to wealth, only losers are poor
We can't build a future on sinking sands