From deep within; these starlit skies,
what should appear; before my eyes.
Maybe a constellation, a comet or two,
maybe a bright star, that shines on thru.
The wonder of it all; keeps us guessing,
you know its true,
like waves upon the ocean, and its bounty too.
For in this vast area we call heaven, under this
umbrella we are still brethren.
Sit upon the ground tonight; grab a friend,
sing a song, or read a book.
But what ever you do, be sure to look.
Cause from these skies; come no lies,
from up there; there are no ties,
truly free, to float about, or
to stand up, straight and stout.
From deep within; these starlit skies,
what should appear; before my eyes,
a vision of hope; the feel of peace,
a pair of hands: lined with fleece
Gods hands.