The sky is deep, the sky is dark.
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up I fill with fear,
If all we have is what lies here.
This lonely world, this troubled place,
Then cold dead stars and empty space....
Well I see no reason to persevere.
No reason to laugh, or shed a tear.
No reason to sleep or ever to wake.
No promises to keep and none to make,
So at night I still raise my eyes,
To study the clear but mysterious skies,
That arch above us, cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?
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