Because all that we need is something to hold onto
And when we don’t have that, something to chase after.

Maybe a celestial home
Or a close friend

Just something to live for
Ourselves, overall.

Our home isn’t for us
But that doesn’t mean we have to leave.

Our home is all we have.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t wish for more.

If we’re bounded in chains, we may as well jangle a song.
We may as well build our muscles.

In the beginning,
we were all okay.

In the end,
we’ll all be okay.

The sun keeps us close.