At my window sit Heaven’s pearly gates,

Comprised of beaming starlight.

The only view of paradise I’ll ever obtain

Is the stars that dot the night.

Are these the winged angels of old,

Or furnaces that know only how to shine?

Perhaps they exist somewhere in between

As beings both earthly and divine

Whether the stars be living or dead

They bring my existence to life.

Even in daylight, I cannot help dream

Until I forget my every strife.

God be merciful to me a sinner

And rescue me from this present hell,

Not to the ancient paradise of gold

But to heaven where the stars dwell.