Seventy-Three Seconds

Seventy-three seconds

of blue skies.

The crowd is looking up to the clouds

The family leans against the rail

She held a lesson plan in her hand

To teach us from the stars

At seventy-three seconds... (ahhhh)

( Kyrie eleison

) (eleison)

Under the white

vapor shroud

The silence falls

over the crowd

The flags go down to half mast

We look at the empty sky

But the spark does not die

Through the tears we see the sun

We will fly,

we will run

We must reach for the dawn again.