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We are the heroes of no-one

Outcast without crime

We are on our own

And backs bent under the weight of time

Deep dive to the unknown

Our medals don't shine through dark voids

But the solid scaphanders

Hold our spirits joint

Through the years of the sleep

As our vessels immerse

Carried on the edge of seen

We bring dispel to the curse

Where the distance is so dense

So we are lost ghosts for telescope

We are still glowing arising

Through waving ocean of worlds

And we don't know if there is any world left to back over

And we don't know if there is any place to call home

With no direction we are roaming through self-writing story

Till reach the crystal walls of the unknown

The moments

Passing through the fingers of the guard

Unrevealing each other

As never-ending ball of yard

Our bathyscaphes surf the deadly vastness

In depths of dismal azure of cosmic sea

As alert signals from another planets

The hand's awake and turning steering wheel

And sometimes

We turn our faces the way back

To see bridges burning

Fade in the cryptic maze of stars

And we don't know if there is any world left to back over

And we don't know if there is any place to call home

Our names are lost and our feats glory is stolen

So deeper we dive toward the emerging glow