Interstellar
In golden fields she waits for his return
As he himself is caught in space and time
She prays he does not come back in an urn
As rising heat and crimson corn fields burn
He ventures into galaxies and worlds unclimbed
In golden fields she waits for his return
For future generation’s lives they yearn
They starve and thirst for food in the meantime
She prays he does not come back in an urn
As towns of people die, her tired heart burns
Escape impossible in this lifetime
In golden fields she waits for his return
The somber Earth traps people taciturn
He is their only hope to end nighttime
She prays he does not come back in an urn
Yet hope she holds and in her heart faith burns
Succeed he will and must when it’s showtime
In golden fields she waits for his return
She prays he does not come back in an urn
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