The Pegasus Awards

	Somebody Will Ada Palmer

Pegasus Award
Award	Year	Category
	2020	Best Classic Filk Song

Pegasus Nominations
Year	Category
2019	Best Sing-Along Song
2016	Best Filk Song
2015	Best Filk Song
2012	Best Filk Song
2011	Best Filk Song

 

Somebody Will

Copyright by Ada Palmer- All Rights Reserved
Used by Permission

Our new world is so close.
Mars has treasures we’re only just starting to find.
Frozen mountains and crimson dust waiting for footprints that will not be mine.
A hundred years to run the first tests, another to raise the first dome.
The Moon, then Mars, then Titan next, a lifetime to touch each new home.
And I want it so much.
Close my eyes I can taste the Mars dust in the air.
In the darkness the space stations shimmer in orbits that I will not share.
But I’ll teach the student who’ll manage the factory
that tempers the steel that makes colonies strong,
And I’ll write the program that runs the computer
that charts out the stars where our rockets belong.
It will never get easy to wake from my dream
when the future I dream of is so far away.
But I am willing to sacrifice
Something I don’t have for something I won’t have
but somebody will someday.

And it feels like a waste.
All this working and waiting and battling time.
In search of a kingdom which all of my efforts will never make mine.
But brick by brick the Pyramids rose, with most hidden under the sand.
So life by life the project grows, in ways I might not understand.
I am voyaging too.
We will need the foundation as much as the dome for those worlds to come true.
And I’ll clerk the office that handles the funding
That raises the tower that watches the sky,
And I’ll staff the bookstore that carries the journal
that sparks the idea that makes solar sails fly.
It takes so many sailors to conquer an ocean
And so many more when it’s light years away,
But I am willing to sacrifice
Something I don’t have for something I won’t have
but somebody will someday.

It’s so easy to run.
Hide away in my books, games and fantasy plans.
Let them call me a coward who can’t face reality’s grownup demands,
But if I love my fantasy worlds it’s not fantasy love that I feel.
And so much more I feel for this,
The world that created them, world we create with them, one chance to make them all real.
And I know we won’t stop.
We’ve planned too many wonders for one little star,
Though so often the present may seem too complacent to take us that far.
But I’ll tell the story and I’ll draw the picture
and I’ll sing the anthem that banishes doubt.
And host the convention that summons the family
that carries the fire that never burns out.
There are so many chances to give up the journey,
especially when it’s so easy to stay.
But I am willing to sacrifice
Something I don’t have for something I won’t have
And not only me
But we are willing to sacrifice
something we don’t have for something we won’t have
so somebody will,
so somebody will someday.

 

 

 

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