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the astronaut song
yet again i find myself up at 2am. i have school tomorrow… i know, stupid. but somehow i can’t fight off the nostalgia of this song. the astronaut song. that is how this year, school year, began. in a way, this song has changed my life. it brought me clarity and acceptance: understanding. i wrote the astronaut song on a night like tonight. late, 2-3am. so many thoughts in my head, can’t keep them all inside. so i sat down at my piano:
i’m an astronaut in outer space. you’re the supernova of the human race. i fly away from you. the comets and the stratospheres. all whispered in your lonely ear. "she’s gone so far from the sun"
i’m falling so fast. i hope this won’t last. the years and millennia pass by. into the cold i run so boldly. into the darkness. for something i can’t hold
the other planets of the milky way. all turned their evil thoughts my way. but in their eyes was a kind of fear. remember when i held you close. and destroyed everything. i’d hoped to be. now i’m free
and i’m falling so fast. i hope this won’t last. the years and millennia pass by. into the cold i run so boldly. into the darkness. for something i can’t hold
but it’s real. unlike you. it hears my thoughts. and tell me what to do. it says “fly fast as you can. the world is wonderful. and waiting for your hand”. it says “be free”. be me. "and take no souvenirs along the way"
when i’m back from around the stars. we’ll run fast through speeding cars. forget the helmets. and their rocket ships. because i still have a lot to learn. and there are monsters when i turn. to face the ugly demons at my side
i’m falling so fast. i pray this will last. the years and millennia wait by. into the cold i run so boldly. into the darkness. for something i can hold
i’m an astronaut in outer space. you’re the supernova of the human race. i fly far away from you. outer space can be so dark. but there’s a fire in my heart. and i know i’ll be okay…
this little song has grown so dear in my heart. it is among my prized possessions and creations. as i wrote each word down that night, i felt a stream of inspiration flow from my mind though my body… through my voice. a higher consciousness. i sing because i must. i write music because i must. it is not a choice, not an obligation. it is a necessity.