4.20.2017

Satelite

If I could be a satellite
And circle 'round this star
The purpose of my life
Would be to dance around
His fire


And if my orbit brought me close
Just once a century
I'd fix my gaze upon His rays
Captured by His gravity.


Dim and distant though I may be
I'd dance around His light
And lonely planet though I am
I'd be His satellite


- Mike Schellman

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