As I sit and wait for a rocket,
Ready to blast off high,

I sit and stare in the darkness,
Of the midnight Sky,

Never knowing where we came from,
Or how we came to be.

Science takes the reigns,
Try to prove history.

We can chase all we want,
We'll never find the truth,

We will all be gone one day,
Just like the old phone booth,

Never stop gaining knowledge,
From answers that we seek.

Never stop living life,
When our future is so bleak.

LIVE
LOVE
HOPE

WRITTEN BY
RICHARD SHICK