faretheewell, heroes

Columbia

We go to space on wings of steel
and fuel of fiery spirit
Brave souls charge onward, outward.
To the future, ever forward.

Caught in the wheels of changing times
some do not adjust.
And caught in the wheels of changing times
old skills turn to rust.
And still yet others invent new skills
To flatten rocks and rills.
And sometimes those behind
the forward push of time
are caught themselves in the wheels.

Brave souls they are, and mourned they are
for heroes always are.
We need them to push onward, upward,
outward to the stars.
And we need them to remind us
of why we wish to go.
Why we wish to flee this ball of mud and blood and fear.

They would not have us stop stock still.
The brave souls who caught, still push on,
they would have us carry onward, forward, to the stars
for in their hearts they always had
what made them gloried heroes

..Pandora's final gift.