Why do I, still miss my planet
When my world is gone
Why do I, still miss my family
When I’m all alone
In this spaceship
Where sunlight crosses glass
In this spaceship
Where Houston sets my path
Farther from earth
Why do I, still miss fresh air
If the tank is full
Why do I, still miss the people
When 9 in 10 were cruel
In this spaceship
Where base monitors my signs
In this spaceship
They care if I’m alive
But not if I live
All that I thought,
That meant to be an astronaut
Seems now to be wrong
My job is to explore
But as I find out more
I miss what I had long ago
What I had long ago
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