At home
Lights
Sound
Smog

Here
Dark
Silent
Clear

Imagine what it would mean to me
If the stars were made free to see
And all the pollution we know
Would just… Go?
And we could gaze and we could wonder
Until our universe is ripped asunder
Connect the dots, look back in time
Decipher the cosmic riddle and rhyme
Just close off more places, a bit closer to home
And we could see the galaxies roam