your skies must be beautiful to see but my eyes are blind to it
Blind to beauty but I can still hear your laugh..
There's a new hope by name of Starlight.
There were two, lovely white stars.
Both burned white but one became weaker
Silver turned a tinted gray
The first star noticed the second getting weaker
It tried to share its light
But the second slowly burned until there was nothing but a dying flame
Slowly suffocated in the black, silent sky.
Now only one star remains and it's beginning to burn out
