The Launch_Alt

[Verse 1] The launch lights fade behind the veil of blue, A final glimpse of everything I knew. The engines hum a lullaby of steel, And every breath I take becomes unreal. The stars are strung like diamonds on a thread, But every one reminds me I'm misled— A sailor on a sea without a shore, Where silence is the only open door. [Chorus] And I drift through the black, where the light doesn't bend, Chasing a world that may never begin. I'm a ghost in the glass, with a heart full of home, Alone in the vast, and I'm never not alone. Oh, the void sings a song that I can't comprehend— Just a whisper of dust, and the journey won't end. [Verse 2] I pass the rings of planets cold and gray, Their moons like mourners watching me astray. A comet trails a ribbon of old fire, A fleeting warmth that feeds my lost desire. I count the days in pulses of the ship, And trace the maps with a trembling fingertip— The route is drawn, but every line is thin, A thread of hope I'm terrified to spin. [Chorus] And I drift through the black, where the light doesn't bend, Chasing a world that may never begin. I'm a ghost in the glass, with a heart full of home, Alone in the vast, and I'm never not alone. Oh, the void sings a song that I can't comprehend— Just a whisper of dust, and the journey won't end. [Bridge] If I close my eyes, I can almost hear the rain, Tapping on the window of a room I can't regain. The laughter of the ones who waved me on that day— They're echoes in the static, fading far away. But I'll carve their names in the hull of this machine, A promise in the dark, a light I've never seen. [Chorus] And I drift through the black, where the light doesn't bend, Chasing a world that may never begin. I'm a ghost in the glass, with a heart full of home, Alone in the vast, and I'm never not alone. Oh, the void sings a song that I can't comprehend— Just a whisper of dust, and the journey won't end. [Outro] The planet grows—a speck of green and blue, A mirror of the home I once withdrew. And when I land, I'll plant a seed of gold, A story for the young, a tale for the old. But still I'll look to where the Earth should be— A lonely star that's always calling me.