And so he looked up to the skies and asked
Why create the world so pure
Of warmth from the sun
Comfort from the midnight moon
Endless company from a billion stars
Why in a world so pure
Create skin so easily punctured
Love so easily lost
Life so easily taken away
As easily as it was given
As easy as it is to look upon the sky
I won't always be here to ask
Will it always be here to listen?
Can the skies with all their moons and stars
Leave me as everything else must someday do
Was that your intention with these stars of golden hues
This earth of greener sides and bluer skies
Why create the world so pure
When eventually it must all come to an end?