• I stare at the stars
    As they shine bright
    It frightens me to know that maybe...
    Just maybe one day they just might stop
    Or one day they might not come back at night.
    But they do,
    Every night
    they may be darker, or lighter
    Maybe I lost a few along the way
    But always
    Most definitely
    the beautiful night sky stars
    Work like magic
    No matter the weather
    The stars always come back out


    They shine their lights upon this world
    Even through clouds or rain
    Even though storms or hurricanes
    I can still sit upon my porch late at night
    And watch hopelessly
    Wishing
    Just wishing
    Maybe I can give it my all
    And never give up
    And shine just like the sky high stars