Stars, shinning bright in the night.
A timeless twinkling sight.
Forever burning bright.
Peace.
I stare through the shadowy trees,
Dreaming to dance with beautiful balls of light.
Will I be like them when I go?
The single ray of hope in this tragic show,
Called life.
I don’t know.
What is it like to dream?
To know or glow in something your life is going towards.
What is it like to have meaning?
What is it like to know that this is not how your life is supposed to be ending?
That you’re just beginning?
In this tragic show called life.
Well I’m finished now.
I’ve played my part,
And now I can see,
How beautiful life can truly be.
Like shimmering stars above me.
Such a timeless twinkling sight,
Forever burning bright.
Will I be like them when I go?
No
Is this what it’s like to dream?
To dream of dancing with these beautiful balls of light?
I will never know it seems
Because even in life and death,
There is no happy ending.