The Blue Marble

Shades of blue Breaking through white clouds above They're not beneath us Yet they reach us The blue marble Half is day, half is night Still, they don't see the light above them Yet it loves them The blue marble Dream's a friend Hand in the air It still may be around Will it come back again? Floating free In a sea of blackness tied to no strings Yet it knows things The blue marble Dream's a friend Hand in the air It still may be around Will it come back again?