When I was young,
I had dreams of,
Aliens that sung,
In the stars above.
I thought of the black sky,
The bright suns,
Endless, to the human eye.
I swear I met an alien that one time,
When the sky was full of stars,
It was sublime,
But now he’s behind bars.
My grandad told me to never tell,
But he saw an alien too,
And said it was hell.
Now I lie awake,
Gazing towards Mars,
Wondering if the alien was fake,
And dreaming of life beyond the stars.