As I watch the setting sun
I think of how our end will come
Will we go unnoticed, forgotten in silence?
Or will we go in history, like the greatest stories?
We battled and fought, for this future we sought.
Arriving on the shore, was it worth all the war?
But look how far you've come, at how much you've done.
And as the sun it setting
I realize there is beauty in the ending