What then, what will still remain, When the earth passes away, When we give up our last breath, When we live our final day, Not the riches nor treasures, That we clench with a closed fist, Not the anxieties that plague our minds, That will soon evaporate like a mist, No, none of this will remain, The flowers will wither, and the trees will fall, The cacophony will come to an end, The waters will still, and the sparrows give their final call But what will remain, Can only be f