In the golden glory of the hour after dawn
Her fiery tails reach earthward with a glow to match the
As she rises into space, another flight begun.
And ten miles down below, as we watch her fade from view,
We offer silent prayer for the safety of her crew.
But as our prayers end we no longer hear her song,
We gaze into the heavens knowing something must be wrong.
And as we watch in horror, her flight has reached an end,
A distant sound like thunder carries to us on the wind.
Now as the moment lingers, we stare and disbelieve,
Written in tribute to our heros, the seven crew members of the space shuttle Challenger, who died in search of knowledge on 28 January 1986.