There is a place
In the middle of space
Where we all feel so very small.
We look up at the stars
Or count the passing cars
Praying our days are not numbered.
With tears in our eyes
We shake our fists at the skies
And wonder how we ever ended up here.
For this Broadside, I imagine a very night-time themed idea. White text on a dark background possibly. There would be a lot of stars, and maybe something to do with a car as well (i.e. an actual car, maybe the glare of headlights instead). Honestly, if it would be anything, I would want it to feel like looking at words etched into the night sky.