To the few that can touch the sky!
To the few that are friends with the moon and stars!
To the few that can cover up their scars!
To the few that have a way to get to mars!
I ask you these; from the depth of my heart!
Do you miss the sand of the ground, when you try touch the sky?
Do you remember the rough stones, when you stare deep at the moon and stars?
Do you feel peaceful every time you try hide your scars?
Do you miss the beauty of the earth, whenever you go to mars?