We’re all made of exploding stars,
A product of our cuts and scars,
Dwelling in the healing dark,
As we prepare to show our spark.
 
We’re all made of exploding stars,
Our hearts locked behind frozen bars,
Dwelling on the pain we’ve felt,
Until the ice within can melt.
 
We’re all made of exploding stars,
Just passing by en route to Mars,
Dwelling on the rush of days,
Shining in our special ways.