i can’t help but wonder about this man in the sky.
but not the one who sits on the moon,
fishing into the murky depths below,
or some famous astronaut.
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.