2112

I wandered home through silent streets
and fell into a fitful sleep
escape to realms beyond the night

Dream, can't you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on my tearful way
through astral nights
and galactic days
I see the works
of gifted hands
that graced this strange
and wondrous land
I see the hands of men who raise
with hungry mind
and open eyes


They left our planets long ago
the elder race
still learn and grow
their power grows with purpose strong
to claim the home where they belong