1000 burning suns away, floats a little rock where people lay
When the sky is pink they know its day. 6 hours darkness at the cost of rain
They've never ventured into outer space, but they know who molded each ones face
They speak softly and always hear back
Never apostatize their Fathers will
They trust in hope thats hearing back, staying steady and keeping in tact
Do we know who we are
1000 dying stars away, sits in the self centred milky way
Is the golden child named planet earth, they cannot bear the thought of singular birth
We must be all alone you see, nobodies ever talked to me
And they're not wasting time looking around at the sky when they know what is bound
They always know they're smarter now
Losing steady and losing tact
Do we know who we are