When I was little
I used to be angry at the world
For letting the night sky
I was angry at them
For taking away the stars
Before I had a chance to see them
Just because I was a dream away.
As I got older
I got angrier
With every photo of the Milky Way
And every little light blinking out.
But now that I’m oldest I realize
We did not get rid of the stars
But we did indeed take them.
We pulled them from the sky
And thrust them into the ground.
With every cityscape
And distant lights of towns unseen
The skyline of night shines brighter
Than all I could ever dream of.
So now that I’m oldest
I’ve learned to enjoy
The stars I have
For they are not in the sky
But on the ground
In distant lights.
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