Home

Gentle blue orb:
our childhood cradle.
Our blood reveals,
your loving touch.

But now we leave:
for the first time,
we're going home,
where we belong

Who We Are

Ashes of stars
turned into souls
by time itself

Immature beings
stumbling along
our road to wisdom

Sentient travelers
chasing our dreams
of endless truth

Children of Earth
starting our journey:
that's who we are

To Go

Past the hill; to see more
Across the ocean; to dicover
Into the sky; because we can
To the stars; we hear them call

The urge to go, is in our blood
To the quest's end; here, but far
And down dream, another path:
the sea, the sky, the stars -ahead!