Hour of Souls

Sometimes when the rations are all handed out

Everyone gets lost in the simple pleasures of a meal

The hum of the ship

Soothes and calms

Then the conversations starts

The tales are spun

And a momentary sense of freedom

Washes over everyone

We're an odd sort of family

We joke or share our memories

Once in a while

We gently sing

It's not part of a show

It's a pure and joyful thing

Cause it's tinged with sorrow but it's briefly lifted

We realize it's a strange but still a life we have been gifted

Suddenly light flows in

Through a dingy old porthole

And before us a galaxy spirals and spins

And we are spellbound

All of us

We are spellbound

We are

We are spellbound