Aquamarine11

There's nothing left for him to leave behind, The metor shower's his only sign; He's got to travel somewhere far, So he looks out to the stars, Hoping that he'll find his place, Somwhere out there in space, That he'll find a star-pilot girl, Who'll fly him to another world, Have passion beneath those indigo moons, Hear alien birds, with rainbow hues, Out on a planet far from home, Where romantic seeds are sewn. They'd hide their ship in a natural shroud, The Spectral mist of a nebula cloud, And when the weapons fail, and raider's board, He'd fight to save their cargo hoard, And protect his stellar-queen, The beautiful travell