The shooting stars, the five Gundams of terrible might.
To the Colonies, they represented Hope, and shining Light.
The five fell from the heavens, rained down from the sky,
Here to take on Earthsphere, and Oz up on high.
First was the Perfect Soldier, whom none knew nor could shun.
This young man was willing to die for his mission.
And yet one look, and you read the message on his face.
He isn't just nobody, he's the Heart of Outer Space.
Second was the God of Death, the warrior in black.
Stealth and cunning, is what he doesn't lack.
Bright and cheerful, many found his words light and warm.
But in battle, he is like a ebony-colored storm.
Third was the Silencer, the ever quiet one.
No one knew what he did for fun.
Mystery was the friend to this youth, as with secrecy.
Though a Hero, his past is an untold story.
Fourth was the Noble of the Desert, the young prince.
Pure and bright, like a shooting star he glints.
Kind and sympathetic, many wouldn've dies for him.
Yet, he kept the future from ever growing dim.
Fifth was the Warrior, the swordsman of all that is good and right.
Even though the difference between Chaos and Law aren't always in sight.
Justice drove him to battle, and integrity fueled him for life,
Even though in existence there is always much strife.
But these five would someday save the Colonies and the Earth,
While also ushering in Humanity's great rebirth.
And even though they may no longer be alive.
I remember well them, the pilots five.
Only Five.
To the Colonies, they represented Hope, and shining Light.
The five fell from the heavens, rained down from the sky,
Here to take on Earthsphere, and Oz up on high.
First was the Perfect Soldier, whom none knew nor could shun.
This young man was willing to die for his mission.
And yet one look, and you read the message on his face.
He isn't just nobody, he's the Heart of Outer Space.
Second was the God of Death, the warrior in black.
Stealth and cunning, is what he doesn't lack.
Bright and cheerful, many found his words light and warm.
But in battle, he is like a ebony-colored storm.
Third was the Silencer, the ever quiet one.
No one knew what he did for fun.
Mystery was the friend to this youth, as with secrecy.
Though a Hero, his past is an untold story.
Fourth was the Noble of the Desert, the young prince.
Pure and bright, like a shooting star he glints.
Kind and sympathetic, many wouldn've dies for him.
Yet, he kept the future from ever growing dim.
Fifth was the Warrior, the swordsman of all that is good and right.
Even though the difference between Chaos and Law aren't always in sight.
Justice drove him to battle, and integrity fueled him for life,
Even though in existence there is always much strife.
But these five would someday save the Colonies and the Earth,
While also ushering in Humanity's great rebirth.
And even though they may no longer be alive.
I remember well them, the pilots five.
Only Five.