The Blue Marble

Shades of blue
Breaking through white clouds
They're not beneath us
Yet they reach us, the blue marble

Half is day, half is night
But they don’t see the light above them
Yet it loves them, the blue marble

Dream's a friend
Hand in the air
It still may be around
Will it come back again?

Floating free
In a sea of blackness tied to no strings
Yet it knows things, the blue marble

Dream's a friend
Hand in the air
It still may be around
Will it come back again?