Stars

Flying over the world in this tin-can shell
It all makes me wonder; what's the point?
Yet in our future dreams of life, times of wonder
If we don't let the hate destroy us, times of glory
Floating here with time to think about us
Will we make it till the bright futures of dreams?
How can I help all to see my thoughts of ‘Man?'
The dream is shared by many friends, sons of men
Whose children will travel to the stars
To sing the name of Men.
To the stars.