freelancernyou lived your life between the starsnsundancernnothing could ever reach your heartnnI flew the smuggling lanes through the border worlds at warnrunning guns from all the freeports near the corenmy fortune paid by all the souls of those who diednmy thirty coins of silver carried back with pridennI never understood the gears and wheels that turn beyondnI always thought I would survivennfreelancernyou lived your life between the starsnsundancernnothing could ever reach your heartnnand when the refugees of war turned to the skiesnfleeing from their homes, from persecution and from liesnI hunted rebels for a cruel and unjust lawnno remorse, no guilt or pity, no matter what I sawnnI could never comprehend how all of this would come to endnI just thought I would survivennfreelancernyou lived your life between the starsnsundancernnothing could ever reach your heartnnstarlancernhow much hope did you betray?nsundancernyou should have dreamed your life away