If I could be a satalite
And circle 'round this star,
The purpose of my life
Would be to dance around
Her fire.
And though my orbit brought
Me close just once a century,
I'd fix my gaze upon her rays,
Captured by her gravity.
Dim and distant though I'd be
I'd dance around her light.
And lonely planet though
I am, I'd be her satalite.
