Chorus:
That little blue ball is what we call home, so many miles away.
It looks so perfect out there all alone, so many miles away.
No wars, No sorrow we are able to see, so many miles away
This must be what God wanted it to be, on that creation day.

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Could it be that one day we will journey a far
We could try to make a home on some distant star
What will be bring when we journey to the moon
Will we bring love and peace, or war and doom. 2
I would like to think that we would create
A place of equality, absent of hate.
Where children play outside without fear
What would be bring from our lives down here.