Metalheart Voyager
Forged in a citadel of chrome and stone
Where hearts were silenced to secure the throne
Born of the metal,
yet he chose to feel
A gentle soul beneath the foreign steel
He left the cold gears far behind
To seek the worlds he wished to find (ahhhh)
Across the boundless skies he flies alone
A champion to the lost and the unknown
With hands of iron and a heart of grace
He brings a healing light to every place
They called him broken on his home-world spires
Where cold perfection quenched the inner fires But on the dust of
foreign sands he stands To heal the broken with his silver hands
An alloy skin that never breaks or bends A traveler who treats
the strange as friends He
defied the grand machine
To keep his spirit clean
Across the boundless skies he flies alone
A champion to the lost and the unknown
With hands of iron and a heart of grace
He brings a healing light to every place
Through the silent
deep... He will guard their sleep... (hummmm)