Should an empty house still be called home

When all that is held dear had been gone?
 

A pale blue dot in space, our planet earth

Is each and every being’s place of birth
 

A stage whose eyes are the stars above

Her face can be seen in the image of love
 

Scars of her treasure will leave us breathless

As we must live out our lives here regardless
 

Pale Blue Dot.

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