Our truth is painted across the sky

In our reflection we learn to fly

No hand to hold us

No one to save us from tomorrow

Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone

Far beyond the dreams of everyone

No light to follow

A shot in the dark

Does anybody know?

Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone

Far beyond the dreams of everyone

High from the heavens

I can’t see the pain

Does anybody care?

Think for a moment of all the lives

Stripped of their essence before their time

We stand to conquer

But is there nothing left tomorrow?

I'm sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone

Far beyond the dreams of everyone

There's no light to follow

A shot in the dark

Does anybody know?

Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone

Far beyond the dreams of everyone

High from the heavens

I can’t see the pain

Does anybody care?

We have one collective hope: The Earth.

And yet, uncounted people remain hopeless.

Famine and calamity abound.

Suffers hurl themselves into the arms of war.

People kill and get killed

In the name of someone else's concept of God.

Do we admit that our thoughts and behaviors

Spring from a belief that the world revolves around us?

Each fabricated conflict, self murdering bomb, vanished airplane

Every fictionalized dictator, biased partisan and wayward son

Part the curtains of society's racial, ethnic

Religious, national and cultural conflicts

And you find the human ego turning the knobs and pulling the levers

"When I track the orbits of asteroids, comets and planets

Each one a pirouetting dancer in a cosmic ballet

Choreographed by the forces of gravity

I see beyond the plight of humans

I see a Universe ever-expanding

With its galaxies embedded

Within the ever-stretching four-dimensional fabric of space and time

However big our world is

Our hearts, our minds, our outsize atlases

The universe is even bigger

There are more stars in the Universe

Than grains of sand on the world’s beaches

More stars in the Universe

Than seconds of time that have passed since Earth formed

More stars

Than words and sounds ever uttered by all humans who have ever lived

The day we cease the exploration of the cosmos

Is the day we threaten the continuing of our species

In that bleak world

Arms-bearing, resource-hungry people and nations

Would be prone to act on their low-contracted prejudices

And would have seen the last gasp of human enlightenment

Until the rise of a visionary new culture

That once again embraces the cosmic perspective

A perspective in which we are one

Fitting neither above nor below

But within