From the Book of Counted Sorrows
The sky is deep, the sky is dark
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear,
If all we have, is what lies here.
This troubled world, this broken place,
Then cold dead stars and outer space
I see no reason to persevere,
No reason to laugh or shed a tear,
No promises to keep and none to make,
No reason to sleep or ever wake
And so at night I still raise my eyes
To study the clear mysterious skies
That arch above us, as cold as stone.
Are you there God?
Are we alone?