Often confusing

Stars

I lament our lives,
Lived in the day.
Blinded by the sun,
Scraping away.
We see not the world,
For what it is.
Just the blue sky,
Blind to the stars within.
We forget our place,
Betwixt these giants.
Seeing just one,
Of fire and light.
We forget the millions,
Just for this one.
A burning sun,
To keep us warm.
And when they sing,
All it's praises.
I can't but look,
At those empty places.
Warmed for who,
Warmed for what.
Are they truly stars,
If no eyes beheld,
Their majesty,
Their grand prestige.
For us; just spots,
Of sand in the night.
To be forgotten,
Next daylight.