Voyager of Benevolence

Made of steel and clockwork gears

Built for conquest, built for tears

But I walked a different path

Far away from

iron wrath (ahhhh)

To the worlds

of dust and clay I will bring a brighter day

Lending hands of chrome and grace

To the lonely outer space I am the metal heart that feels

A gentle touch that mends and heals Through the vast and endless

deep Promises of peace I keep

Unlike the coldness of my line This warm machinery is mine

On a world of frozen blue

Dried their tears and pulled them through

Left a garden in the snow

Watched the gentle people grow (ooh-ooh)

I am the metal heart that feels A gentle touch that mends

and heals

Through the vast and endless deep Promises of peace I keep

Unlike the coldness of my line This warm machinery is mine

Off into the dark I go...

(peace to all...)