Striving trying seeking dying
To find a life beyond the sun
To make an inhospitable world a heaven
And live fast while we are briefly young

To find beauty in the grey
And appreciate the stars
And to think
That they are ours

But what if they weren’t

What if we didn’t have to bring heaven down
Because heaven already met us
If we weren’t left alone with ‘our’ stars
But if somebody made them for us

So that as we gaze we see
The impossibility
That we could exist
Alone

So if we don’t exist alone
If there’s someone who made us
Someone who gave us
The stars as a sign
To shine

Why don’t they tell us
Why don’t they speak to us
Why don’t they save us
Why don’t they save us
WHY DONT THEY SAVE US

From this mess we’re in
As our world crumbles
and we are humbled
To admit that we were bad caretakers

But what if that ‘someone’ did tell us
And not only tell us
But bleed and cry and wither and die

Only to rise

To save us
From this fucked up mess we’re in
Which he calls sin

So that we can be free
And we can know him
And one day we will see
The world the way he wanted it to be

All we need to do for now, is turn and believe.