The stars twinkle in the Milky Way and the wind sighs for songs across the empty fields of a planet a Galaxy away. 

You won't always be here. 

But before you go, whisper this to your sons and their sons -
The stars twinkle in the Milky Way and the wind sighs for songs across the empty fields of a planet a Galaxy away. You won't always be here. But before you go, whisper this to your sons and their sons - "The work was free. Keep it so." Ron Hubbard