Take me out to the stars, one last time

She didn’t have to think long

—Perhaps zero-point-six-eight seconds—

When it was time to choose

Between a quiet retirement, or a final flight

Her friends needed her one more time

To do not what was ordered but what was right

The doors to space, once open, were to her like a gentle breeze

Whispering, “come out to play”

She takes one more look at her sister

—Young, full of arrogance—

She laughs and turns her face

Luna smiles and casts its light on her path

None but her friends bet on her to win the race

But love is what keeps her going when she ought to fall

Makes a ship a home

This is when the needs of the one, outweigh them all




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