Turn me back into stardust Blow away the earth that made up my flesh Pull apart the atoms that once made many and had grown to construct me In the end we all go back to where we came from. The stars and planets that had designed us call us back. And againβ¦ We form into something else. The stars, they donβt just burn out They die and disintegrate; Cinders blowing through the universe till they reach another form. Destined to live another life.