The starlight bursting in a distant night
Rains down the fragments of my broken dreams;
In darkness, where a long-dead star still gleams,
My wounded hand up reaches for the light.
My anger is my strength, and all my power
In solitary silence; for I fear
The words that can deceive and seem sincere;
I need no warmth or solace in this hour.
Look the resounding future in the face,
Charge to the shattered sky which I could not
Protect; one battered dream is all the grace
We need. Now, crossing through the dark,
Only speed will take us to the stars;
Shoot for the future, for the burning spark.