Seldom I look above gazing at the widespread sky
Failing to make sense of the endless blue high
If we are the only land with mud fire and water
What lays above our horizon that makes it all matter
If man has landed on moon, mapped way through stars
Why can’t we rise ahead and end earthlings’ wars
Music is swaying our turbulent times of unease
Yet we still crave to hear the noiseless space release
Boots on the moon, the Hubble sneaking far off cosmos
For a while forgetting the planet earth’s own sorrows
