I was born into the human race,
With an astral purpose
I gaze upon the stars, I am found,
Yet the distance, immeasurable
I am the celestial winds,
The mystery within the darkness
I am a sentient being,
But not of earth
I name this planet home,
It does not feel this way
I miss my home,
My world I've never seen
I feel it drawing me away,
I see it, I touch it, it is within me
How will I reach it?
Maybe through death
Maybe through love
Maybe through compassion
But my oath is simple,
I will return once again, to me
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
I was born into the human race,
With an astral purpose
I gaze upon the stars, I am found,
Yet the distance, immeasurable
I am the celestial winds,
The mystery within the darkness
I am a sentient being,
But not of earth
I name this planet home,
It does not feel this way
I miss my home,
My world I've never seen
I feel it drawing me away,
I see it, I touch it, it is within me
How will I reach it?
Maybe through death
Maybe through love
Maybe through compassion
But my oath is simple,
I will return once again, to me
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