The stars shine, light years pass
The birds sing, wings wide open
The sun blinks, darkness takes over

The sky supports the world
Atlas supports the sky
Strong, independent and alone
Or so we think...

People walk the earth
They breathe his air
They dance to his music
They take in his sights

Their joy is Atlas’s arms
Their happiness supports him
They hold up Atlas,
So he can hold up things to hold them