Letras
Send me a wave via subspace
Beam me a message from home
Cast me a “hello” in holo
Tell me I’m not all alone
The corridors are narrow and the rations miss the mark
As we fly like Zeno’s arrow past the sparkles in the dark
I think of home and what I miss is picnics in the park
So, send me a wave via subspace
Tap me a line or two
Because though we grow distantly relativistically
I’m coming home to you