When The Stars Look Back

Do you think they stand in silence, staring at the night? On worlds unknown, do they wonder if we're burning just as bright? Would they build their walls of dust, from soil they've never claimed? Or divide themselves by colors that no galaxy has named? Would they whisper ancient names to skies that never weep? Would they dream of unseen faces, lying restless in their sleep? Or would they laugh at us from distant lands, calling out our lies While we fracture our reflection under unfamiliar skies? If we are many, yet we are the same Why carve borders in our name? Do the stars watch us from afar And wonder why we break apart? Are we the question, or are we the lie? Do they search the heavens, asking why? What color is a soul when stripped of skin? The answers are buried deep within We search for signals, distant and wild Yet fail to see that we're exiled One race, one place beneath endless skies But blind, we see through blinded eyes Do you think they hold their hands to skies that never mourn? Do they bleed their earth to dust, lost before they're born? Would they name themselves by land, by blood, by creed, by war? Or see the foolish lines we drew, and wonder what they're for? Do they measure worth by wealth, or by stars they've yet to chart? Do they wear their pride like masks to hide their breaking hearts? Or would they look at us and see, through all our broken frames The only alien is the one who plays the human game? Do they pray to gods who never hear? Do they hide their truths in fear? Or do they know what we can't see There's no "them," there's only "we" Are we the question, or are we the lie? Do they search the heavens, asking why? What color is a soul when stripped of skin? The answers are buried deep within We search for signals, distant and wild Yet fail to see that we're exiled One race, one place beneath endless skies But blind, we see through blinded eyes Across the stars, they wait and ask Does life out there wear a mask? Would they tear themselves apart To feed the fire within their hearts? Would they see the truth we hide That all our fears are born from pride? Or would they learn before the fall That in the end, we're all one call?