Cosmic Man

I've flown across the Universe bathed in the worlds tears. Held souls in my hand stepping on distant stars while painting the quasars, always looking for a safe place to land - Space dust, human rust man's endless lust, pollution upon my soul, that was created clean and free. A galaxy of lies, hate and greed won't fill the need, born from beyond inside of me - Through the cold of empty space I seek what I need to pass the dark of night. Steeling my face searching for the place, where love comes out right - I need forever love the kind the Cosmos are made of. Ground upon which I can stand. My heart has will, and I am cosmic... but still... just a man -