We are born of stars
Just Space dust and tiny bits of rust
The light of an ancient blistering sun
Which entices us to carry on
We desperately cling to the world below
All lit up and put on show
But should your sparkle cease to shine
At least we had this snippet of time.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
We are born of stars
Just Space dust and tiny bits of rust
The light of an ancient blistering sun
Which entices us to carry on
We desperately cling to the world below
All lit up and put on show
But should your sparkle cease to shine
At least we had this snippet of time.
