Exist a thousand places for life to roam
Exists a million different kind of people
Exists a billion stories to be told
Exists a trillion new expressions
Waiting
So when I wander the streets
When the stars are smiling down
I wonder
I wonder every wonder that could be
While I wander the empty streets
Empty of more then just people
Empty of possibilities
Too full of drudgery and reality
Too full of a lives already lived
All that remains on this spinning rock
Hope that remains lost among
A sky that is just out of reach
Who knows what we might find
Who knows where we could go
Perhaps we'll be the finders
Or maybe we'll be found
Just as long as we discover
That we aren't alone
I just want to know
That I am not alone
Somewhere in the world
Unbound by gravity's sentence
There are people like me
Who belong to the stars
But without the key to the universe
I'll stay upon this hostile earth
Others perfectly content with its limited land
I'll be the outsider in flawless disguise
I'll live a chromosome off from the rest
I'll exist an alien creature.
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