Apollo 13

Apollo 13

One chance

To dance with the moon

Gone, ruined in an explosion

No, really a spark in a thermometer

Burst a hole in the oxygen tank

Now our life’s blood runs short

Drifting out a hole in our ship in a cloud, it’s beautiful and

Gone in one moment

Out to nothing, no one to breathe it

Except what’s left of Sputnik

Houston, we have a problem

Houston, we have

One chance

To not die up here

Alone with the moon

Her gravity is our

One chance 

Watching through our little window

We were supposed to walk the moon, we’re close enough to touch

But never feel, never

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

Leave our footsteps and our flag 

But we’ve lost connection

we’re dead to the world

But not the moon 

She moves us with her gravity

With enough force to take us home

We aim for the ocean, almost burn up on our way

One chance

We crash in the Atlantic

One word- Alive. 

I don’t care for the cheers

For the President

For the fame

I’m breathing, it’s enough

I’ll leave the moon in the sky

As long as I have a home to come back to