Rise up, hands and hearts, and dare
To hold your being to the oldest line.
To reach is human and the stars are there

On the divine course of making air
Into things that play and shine.
Rise up, hands and hearts, and dare

To capture, to enrapture, to ensnare
The promise of the most fleeting sign.
To reach is human, and the stars are there

Arranged and laid open for you, bare
and burning in their accident or design.
Rise up, hands and hearts, and dare

To shape the world and to share
Its shouldered weight if you have the spine.
To reach is human, and the stars are there

Waiting, if you can stomach it and stare
Into the void and still carry the skyline.
Rise up, hands and hearts, and dare;
To reach is human, and the stars are there.