To be our cosmic want to be

[Dan]

I have collected dust with no place to call a home; set adrift amongst
a lonely space, just a blurb in the expanse of the human race.
Looking at myself, I sometimes don't like what I see. Working through
the paces, trying to live through all the places ... just another page
in a sometimes painful history.
Rising every morning is a sometimes often chore; where and how do I
always find the will and the courage to open that door.
Should I cloak myself in my silence or go out and face the rain... such
a lonely legacy in a six billion strong majesty.
Given such a life, what right did I ever have to be? But life is worth
living when I reach out my hands and chose to be free.
Shaking off my bounds, I have a bid to be free. Because life is for
the living; it all comes down to me. Just look around, you can see
what I mean.
Here we all are on our spinning mystery and life is so beautiful; make
your life a graceful, working masterpiece.
We are free.
We can see our cosmic want to be, and make a point of living to give
out for the thanks in living.
We will touch the stars
We will heal our pain
We have our whole life to be.