So this is the end. My closing transmission. And I hope you heed my warning just in time.
Just what is this life all about? I feel less the farther I travel out. And what is it we hope to find to fill the emptiness inside?
Don’t lose hope though it seems all gone. Because the darkest hour is before the dawn
Although you may be far from home, each night look up at all the stars in the sky. Anywhere you fly to know I share them with you. Then the cold universe don’t feel so bad.
