And Up To The Hand Of God.

stars shine down on this little ole place of ours, sharpening the darkness glow. then from out of nowhere speaks, "what, my friend, would you like us all to know"? from then, I ask, when as far away as light has never been, that transcends my ideas from here, is it a secret upon this planet never seen? let's keep it for the future and be us our golden sunshine that can be saved, to teach, to learn, to love, to cherish, worship and behave. the light that has travelled never seemingly passes by, but, by aeon standards, it's just the blink of an eye, time passes down our generations, and up to the hand of God,
leaving us in no wonder, why he can be a wretched sod. and as always, whilst all this has been going on, the man on the moon is still there wondering what is going wrong! so, I'm taking it from all the planets and the universe as we can all hear and see, I'm just wondering what's around the Galactical corner 'cause that's where she will be.