Turbinator
New member
Astronaut
We have left the ground below
Where our earthly frames embarked
And drew on clouds a fiery arc
And danced on winds our metal lark.
We rode the torch into the dark
Where the careless stars pass by
And planets in their cradles lie
To touch the edges of the sky.
Should our children question why,
If we die to give them stars,
And guide them to the face of Mars,
Tell them that the choice was ours.
Tell them proudly bear their scars
As we set the skies aglow
With our deeds let all men know
There is no place man cannot go.
We have left the ground below
Where our earthly frames embarked
And drew on clouds a fiery arc
And danced on winds our metal lark.
We rode the torch into the dark
Where the careless stars pass by
And planets in their cradles lie
To touch the edges of the sky.
Should our children question why,
If we die to give them stars,
And guide them to the face of Mars,
Tell them that the choice was ours.
Tell them proudly bear their scars
As we set the skies aglow
With our deeds let all men know
There is no place man cannot go.

