Pale Blue Dot

So far away from home, beyond a distant reach faint whispers from the edge returning piece by piece. A lonely point of light captured in a final glance, a solitary hint of life discovered if by chance. God creators, dream destroyers, spineless cowards, and fearless warriors. Hopeful children, mothers and fathers. Our blood-filled rivers fueled by hate, we worship heroes, kings and saints. But who's out there to save us from ourselves? All you will ever know, all life that ever was, all you despise or love living out their lives. This isolated speck hurling through the cosmic dark, would seem to go astray if we were washed away. God creators, dream destroyers, knowledge seekers, and bold explorers. Hopeful children, mothers and fathers. All on this place we call our home, adrift in space we're on our own. But who's out there to save us from ourselves?