Dying to be Heard

Dying To Be Heard

THE BALLAD OF WILLIAM ROBINSON

My name is William Robinson
I'm forty two years old
I've seen the hot side of the sun
I've seen blue icy cold
I've shot the one eyed giant down with laser in my hand
But I'll never see my home again or walk on Earth's green land

In 1997 we set out on the Jupiter 2
'Bound for Alpha Centauri
My family and small crew
We ran into a meteor storm
The wrong time
The wrong place
It's been six months and thirty years
That we've been lost in space

My father died five years ago
There was no better man than he
My mother's never been the same
And now it's up to me
Our pilot is a handsome man
My sisters both could tell
And Doctor Smith will get us killed
And that may be just as well

I've worked the mines of many worlds
For fuel to power our ship
I've got a robot for a friend and helper on our trip
I'm sending out this message now from this ungodly place
In hopes someone will rescue us from being lost in space

My name is William Robinson and I'll never take a wife
No children will I father
I have no normal life
Show me mercy in this universe
Or show me God's true face
Whisper my name to the stars
For I am lost in space