life after Canopus became a forced nova

the second red star that isn’t the sun
where they thought no one lived
that’s where i find my way home
i don’t have to bury memories of the debris

where they thought no one lived
i still dream of it there
i don’t have to bury memories of the debris
our land was taken by someone else

i still dream of it there
i couldn’t reach our moon
our land was taken by someone else
when they came, i had nowhere to go

i couldn’t reach our moon
muddy pebbles in lakes set on fire
when they came, i had nowhere to go
i watched my star go up in flames

muddy pebbles in lakes set on fire
if i’m a speck of dust, do i live, too?
i watched my star go up in flames
they harnessed my home for energy

if i’m a speck of dust, do i live, too?
searching for light
they harnessed my home for energy
and i wanted to shout

searching for light
what if they saw me, too?
and i wanted to shout
someone else lives here

what if they saw me, too?
i’m wishing for a fresh start
someone else lives here
i shiver in the shadows

i’m wishing for a fresh start
and wait to float somewhere else
i shiver in the shadows
my star will never shine again

and wait to float somewhere else
when the power runs out, they forget
my star will never shine again
the second red star that isn’t the sun

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