'stars'
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The star beautiful and glaring
Shining so brightly like i should reach my hands for it
Tears filled my eyes as i steer at you
The noise around makes me wanna loose concentration
Oh how beautiful the sky is tonight.
How marvelous it is with it's soft light!
The stars are poking out of the inky blackness
And I wonder just how far from me they rest.
The moon, so full and round,
Stars in the sky
Far, far away
Light up my nights
Inspire my days.
Daydreamer's glow
From thoughts in my head
Visions at midnight
While I lie in bed.
Stars in the sky,
I fear the stars
They’re looking for something
Someone
They know my secrets
I whispered to them on the darkest nights
Oh, little dreamer,
Your eyes full of stars
And heart of wishes
While you rest
Do the constellations
Act out your wildest imaginations
When our people die,
they become stars of the night.
Igniting the obsidian sea,
a veil of heavenly light.
For people like I,
with godly ichor in our veins,
cursed never to die,
Of the stars shining so quiet and bright. Hanging in the sky by strings in rapid arrangements by people too busy to hang them neatly. The constellations are just us painting pictures in the stars. Two a.m.
The stars have always intrigued me
With the stories that they tell
that have possibility
For change,
for something different
once i looked up,
in a dream,
and i was a star
