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Psalm of the Space Cadet
by Joseph C. Maurone


Drifting on a distant breeze,
far away from home,
seeking an identity to call my own.

No more will I be a part
of their misery,
this blowing breeze,
this flowing breeze will
set me free.


I span the stars, I expand my mind,
I take my time, I wonder why,
"Why does it have to be this way?"

Maybe I'm asking for too much,
maybe I'm just out of touch...
But I've come too far to turn back now!"

As I sail
through the night
I see an old world die below me.

As I sail
to the light
I see a new world grow before me.

I am young,
I'm the Starchild,
I set my sights on the open sky.
I'm alive,
I,the living,
I see the world with my own two eyes.

We are young, we are nothing
until we find something to do.
We are some, and we need someone
To fly along with, where are you?

I'm just a lonely space cadet
searching through the stars for a home,
looking for a place to land.
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