Somebody Will Heather Dale

Our new world is so close
Mars has treasures we’re only just starting to find
Frozen mountains and crimson dust
Waiting for footprints that will not be mine

A hundred years to run the first tests
Another to raise the first dome
The Moon, then Mars, then Titan next
A lifetime to touch each new home

And I want it so much
Close my eyes, I can taste the Mars dust in the air
In the darkness, the space stations shimmer
In orbits that I will not share

But I’ll teach the student
Who’ll manage the factory
That tempers the steel
That makes colonies strong

And I’ll write the program
That runs the computer
That charts out the stars
Where our rockets belong

It will never get easy to wake from my dream
When the future I dream of is so far away