from a ship through the stars
Searching for the answers
to who we really are
Ground of black
painted on a sky of gold
Man stood face to face
with the Creator of old
Disconnecting his oxygen
vapours of steam from the ports
and mix with the atmosphere
Sending red alarms to the bioreport
Man found the one, finally found his home
In a galaxy with beings far beyond our own
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