I think to myself looking at the night sky
Are the stars what we're made of? And if so, why
Do we do what we do and say what we say
And hate one another til night becomes day?
I don't see how we have stardust in our veins
When blood runs so cold and resentment reigns.
I don't see how we have lightning in our skin
When we hurt and we kill and we break and we sin.
I don't see how we have forests in our minds
When so many leave compassion behind.
I'm not saying that this applies to all,
For nature, so pure and simple shall loll
In the hearts of those made of love and goodwill,
And forever their souls with flowers will fill.
I think what I'm thinking
While at stars I gaze
Is not everyone deserves
Stardust in their veins.
