He's the man who touched the Sun
And they look at him with awe
The man who touched the Sun
Never been done since or before
He moves with a sort of stilted grace
Unaware of whether it's day or night
Or of his ruined once handsome face
Or those scarred eyes bereft of sight
He lives in his mind constantly replaying
That epic journey through the solar heat
Hears again that voice calmly relaying
Software corrupted counselling retreat
Starting the return to destination earth
The point of safety almost almost there
Mission control working for all their worth
Only for him to be brushed by solar flare
Ship brought him back barely alive
Courage and their medical skill
Helped him recover and survive
In that ward where he stays still
They gave him medals
Honours by the score
Anything he could want
Except that he wanted more
To be taken from that machine
That gives him this semblance of life
Constantly monitored and screened
The twisting of the knife
Heroes these days are few
And no matter how he may try
He's not allowed to choose
His earnest wish to die
They look at him with awe
The man who touched the Sun
Never been done since or before
He's the man who touched the Sun
