Published by The Underground.
I long to be with the dirt,
So the trees watch over me
And the flowers and I are in pure harmony.
Won’t need a priest to wish me off
Or a choir to sing,
Just keep my eyes to the clouds—
I dream of a place called Serenity
Where there’s no war
And everyone is happy;
Here, I’m alone on my own planet,
Waiting for you to come back
And bring me a moon.
What if aliens and angels are the same?
And the galaxy is God—
I’m a soul floating in stardust.