Our God Reigns

(The church board sings) But who are you people to call a god your own? Us, with our human misery, Are as noticed as air to our masters, the Stars; We are but mere puppets to the great Eminence, We are haunting silhouettes Dancing across a dull and dreary set, Only to be reminded at our demise That we are casualties of a dismal race, Where never a Divine Creature is born. The sun does not rise for us, Nor the moon, They spin their cycles in spite of us, Adding rather pleasantly, To the chaos which is Earth. Without them we would die, But because they'll never relent, We Live! I've dreamed of another Earth, A much more glorious place, With a dieing purple sun, And no but my outcast soul To admire Her. I long to escape to this place, But alas, as has been told, It is only in one's dreams that man will ever have such freedom...