Earth to Morning Star

Morning Star, in the gorge,
You try to fly, but your hang glider won’t start.
Bright you shine, your light,
illuminates the darkest night.
See the river from the bed,
See the weeds on the ground.
See all the stones beneath your feet,
see if they are smooth and round.

Morning Star, look to the air,
Pick yourself up from that chair,
Climb out slowly, hang glider in tow.
You may fly; but firstly you must grow.

They said that she would rise before the dawn.
They said that she would bring the Rising Sun.
And when it rose, the Night would be no more.
In light of truth, the battle would be won.

Oh Morning Star, you never saw it both ways.
You were strong and you were bright and you were wrong.
They say that the Devil always wins,
Don’t let her win again: Earth to Morning Star!
Morning Star, take to the air!
Get up off that Goddam chair.
Get yourself out of the door,
Don’t just lie there crumpled on the floor!

They said she was the bringer of the Truth.
That she would cast her light upon the Earth.
And when she rose, she’d bring the Rising Son.
And together they’d forever end the curse.