Fallen Skies of Freedom

Nimble in fallen skies, there is no telling where to go or what to ask... Holding steadily as we carry on, we seem to need an equal say... There is more to us than coloured Form, the stars call us high as we lay below...   Under dark clouds of skies we see the way, as far as the eyes can see... This is our frontier of stars and lands to keep us strong on trees of earth... We seek our nature and lights so warm, we hope to see the life to be...   There is no telling where to go as our lines flow into our rights of light... This ever longing fire that keeps burning on we shall be set free to be... Now we seek a living light to shine on as we turn to the right to be free...   This now our home as we shine from the ever longing infinite to be set free...