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August 2022
 
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Planetfall

by Teri Wachowiak


We had a dream of a better life,
And our children could grow free.
On a world of light and beauty,
Where we could plant Earth’s seed.
Four moons dance with a blood red sun,
And own home is made, a new life begun.
And Hell’s not hot under a blood red sky,
Where the bones of our children will have to lie.
Where our ship went down,
Where our ship went down.

We’d take the path of galactic flight,
We would ride on the starship role.
To a land of milk and honey,
We were brave and brash and bold,
And the ground is hard and the mountains high,
And we buried our dead where they chanced to lie,
And counted the living in a grim short roll,
And reckoned our chances by its bloody toll.
When our ship went down,
When our ship went down.

We would be welcomed at our colony,
For our knowledge craft and skill.
We were the new arrivals,
All courage, dreams and will.
And our heritage is what we can take,
Our children will win what we can make.
From the broken bones of technology,
And this world’s resources and you and me.
When our ship went down,
When our ship went down.

We dream of a bright tomorrow,
On a world we would call our own.
We’d work for a brave new future,
And our children will call it home.
And the seeds of Earth are a stubborn breed,
And we’ll take and hold all that we’d need.
Our children will learn, they will survive,
And Earth’s lost children will grow and thrive.
Where our ship went down,
Where our ship went down.
When our ship went down.


© 1999, 2005 Teri Wachowiak

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