LONELY SPACE Here we are, a small fleet of survivors Fleeing through space, we're fugitives with scars Trying to survive Keeping hopes alive As we all patiently trek through the stars We are searching for the lost colony While fleeing from the Cylon tyranny With luck by our side And blessings in stride We pray that it'll be a safe journey It's not easy trekking through lonely space With Cylons wanting to destroy our race We are not perfect We are imperfect We are human, and we have earned our place Thanks, Ryshtyan ryshtyanna@home.com 12/6/2000