FLEET OF HOPE
 
We're a ragtag fugitive fleet
Who refuse to accept defeat
We're two hundred and twenty ships
You will not hear quit from our lips
 
The Cylons have destroyed our home
And now through this vast space we roam
To find this thirteenth colony
It's known as Earth, supposedly
 
Adama is the commander
He is a most fearless leader
And Colonel Tigh is his right arm
Just as formidable, with charm
 
Apollo is Adama's son
He is captain of blue squadron
Best friends with Lieutenant Starbuck
and Lieutenant Boomer, what luck
 
These are brave men, providing hope
For survivors who try to cope
Living with great uncertainty
Promising future?  It could be.
 
The Cylons are right on our tail
Seeking us out, tracking the trail
We've been lucky with them so far
But they've got a weapon, Baltar
 
Baltar is the human traitor
Who led the bloody massacre
He hunts us with centurions
They want to destroy all humans
 
In the name of Kobol we pray
That God will help us find the way
Towards a new world, new freedom
Hello Earth, we are going home.


Ryshtyan
ryshtyanna@home.com
12/6/2000