Behold کے بول

As in the tribal ritual passed down from ancient days Take all your newborn children out beyond the city blaze And raise your children overhead to sable skies above Present them to the universe, and say to them with love: Behold, my child, the only thing that's greater than you are The sable field of distant space, afire with every star Behold it in humility, but never lose your way You'll walk upon that sable field of distant stars one day There is no greater goal for them than swimming seas of space I hope that, for the future's sake, they grow in truth and grace Remembering the lessons learned on this poor misused earth To be the stewards to the stars and the planet of their birth