Mars is an old woman yearning for life
Her quivering face appears in the abyss of space
Bitterness grows from the inside as it poises to leap
Beckoning us to delve the hidden mysteries of her

As probes land on the red planet, her fears grow in
Volcanos belch and the red planet bursts
With admirable iron oxide as fine as talcum powder
The dim red hue winks alluringly in the night

There she sprawls in the darkness, beckoning for a friend
She there all alone waiting for the day to arrive
Not a single soul moves to accompany her
We have to watch for the day that comes

Now it is a dim world, she must settle for the day
As she descends deep down in sorrow
She stays muted like a church mouse
She appears to be an admirable planet that changes our solar system