Under a sky wide open
Alone on an empty plain
With distant stars far from us
We discover what we remain.
When wrong and when right are choices
Enforced not with hell’s hot pain
With no hope of heaven’s rewarding
We choose, and we choose again.
Some lie, some kill, some plunder,
Some struggle with might and main,
Some go on each day regardless
Some crack underneath the strain.
Some pause here to help a stranger,
Some act with no thought of gain.
Some seek out mysterious nature
To learn and to see it plain.
Under a sky wide open
Alone on an empty plain,
We live, and we go on living
To choose, and to choose again.
2006
