It is the first hour away from home
As we roam
In this vast space
Where we are on our human race

The race is grand
For the country first to land

Suddenly there is a bump in the ride
I thought someone had cried
Although it wasn’t anything major
After that I was destined to be a savior

All I am is a felt tip pen
That will save these men

I used to only be able to write
Just to make words on the flight
No more than a utensil
just a little better than a pencil

Finally we finished our journey through space
We won the race

However a new challenge arises
This was a crises
When the capsule got bumped
The lever to start the engine was thumped 

It is time to finish our moon walk
And leave this lonely rock

I am the new lever