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To ride the fire, to reach above the clouds To ride the fire, they climbed aboard their shuttle craft To ride the fire, to a future that will come To ride the fire, and damn the rest, oblivion

Engineers and Managers, scientist and senators. White lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your arms The millionth chance they laughed, to take down this mighty craft "To the stars," they say, "on a rocket roar away," a January fateful day

Mist rolls off the sea, steel sweats with the dew The morning sunrise, the sky a brilliant blue Standing at the pad, waiting for the launch Our space shuttle, Columbia

She's the finest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies For all you unbelievers, the Apollo fits inside Moulded tight, her foamed tank, golden in the sun Never tested on the wings, with the impact yet to come

The damage yet to come…

In the firing room, the wind rising in the west The controllers stared into their computer monitors We must launch now, we must take our chance with fate We must launch now, for public relations we can't be late The launchpad crew prepared for thirty days at full stretch, But the ship is in their backbone, every sinew, every inch

They never tested foamstrikes, a trial never done Her fragile outer cover, her Achilles would become

An Achilles yet to come...

Sailors of the stars, a hardened breed Loyal to the dream, and an explorers creed

The engines roar, the boosters fire Release the bolts that bind us to the ground Said Booster, "She's been damaged, she'll never make this flight." Said FIDO, "Another strike? But the last time went alright." Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she roared up from the pad On a column of fire and water, her big jets burning fast

Now she soars into our past…

Fighting the wind as it rolls you Feeling the gravity press you back down. Watching the planet below you Lower and lower, back to the ground

Lights are flashing above you A master alarm sounds overhead. Plasma is raging around you A million to one, that's what he said

....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check. ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.

Reaper standing beside her With his scythe cuts to the bone Chunks are burning away from her The Commander alone takes manual control

Her skin is ripped and she's turning Flame is cutting into the wing Bleeding to death and she's rolling Hydraulic fluid is draining away

....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check. ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.

"Lock the doors" came the words that saddened the waiting world. Her mighty engines silent as the ship began to fall. Consumed by a funeral pyre that blazed across the sky. The Space Shuttle Columbia, and the dream that made her fly Did we try to reach to high?

Here lie their dreams as I stand in the sun On the ground where they built, and the engines did run To the moon and the stars, now what have we done? Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on

Dreams live on Dreams live on

Now a shadow on us all, the penguin's final fall. Her mighty wings, may rest in peace On a mirror made of glass, in a memorial place. The names of those brave souls, who dared to reach for Space…

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