Our fragile lives mean to exist To traverse the exosphere; To reach the sky with all our might, Fatalities we tear. We live to save and to redeem Men from the darkness and their fears.
A gnarly looking metal box In which each soul must reside To pierce the heavens up above With buttons and levers pied. Collectively sent out to space As bearers of love and pride.
But still the matter does not change, That we have been left alone. Across the emptiness we stride, And our own souls we hone To endure each day that passes- Indeed, our hearts have grown!
And as we propel into space In these metal inventions, A trail of steam is left behind Comprised of our abstractions Of how our fragile lives exist For human satisfaction.