We look up and see nothing but sky
Blue, Bright, Clear
The galaxy beyond is a dream within a dream
A world eclipsed in light
As we climb towards the edge of the overwhelming darkness
We are surrounded in a rage of heat
The fire of the sun embraces our skin as we become one with the stars
Our new form is weightless
We look down on the sorrow of the earth,
the mourning of its own adventurers.
We join those lost in catastrophe
Those whose life strings were stolen,
greedily cut by the hands of Fate.
Those doomed in an iron sarcophagus
as the "unsinkable" drifted silently into its watery grave
Those who watched from towering heights
As a bewitched bird flew helplessly into their being
Their life. Their dreams. Their story.
Yet the great American Tragedy does not rest with those who look down on earth
But with those who look Up.
Past the clouds
Past the stars
Passing even the heavens
We hold within ourselves
The memory of the life they once knew
The dreams that once defined them
Their story that will never be written
This is the American Tragedy
The great tragedy
We who are left behind,
We who will always remember.