It's going- let go!
It's dying- don't mourn!
Give your trinkets away
Those whining pretty things
Will just weigh you down

The world is doomed
At least for this life
The kingdoms of men fall
As God's eternal reign rises

It's not bad- just useless
Like that under 7's football trophy
Hoarding dust.
Cling to God
Rise his coat-tails
The glory never ends.