Before the End (of the world.)

We thought this place a paradise
we thought this place looked awfully nice;
(awful in parts, nice in parts)
but all our thoughts
were wrong.
Once, there was a world, with things;
a heaven full of fluttered wings;
birds would fly and hail would fall,
and we thought this was all, was all
and we thought this was all.
And it was built by word,
and words like bricks
and life were heard
on what was once a glittering world
that sparkled in the setting sun til just
before the day was done
and we thought this
was all, (our walls)
yes we thought we were very small,
but we thought this was all.