I am born of substance in the darkness of space.
Around me are countless others, joining the race.
I look at a distant pinpoint of light.
It's brighter than others; It somehow seems right.
I shake the shackles that hold me here,
Drawn towards the light without any fear.
The time is long the distance so great.
We must travel far to find our mate.
I near you knowing space isn't dark,
And must be more than gravity's lark.
Through space I hurtle, thrown like a knife.
You've reached to me and I flare to life.