So a small note about this writting is this is a small story that will go along with this music. This song was inspired by the quote "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." by Ocsar Wilde
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The last light of sun slowly slips away as the darkness falls over the grey city. Glancing upward into the dark sky above as the first star appears. The cold darkness falls over my frail skin as chill runs across me not from the cold air but in anticipation for what I know is to come. Quickly many stars join the night sky with it. Popping up from the thin air finally being allowed to shine. littering the sky shimmering and twinckling. a sight all could see but many never will. Some dim and other bright, dancing and flickering across the murky sky. Smiling down on the dingy city. The heavans appearing before my own eyes. A lovely mother bear and cub waking to walk the starry skies. A lion and his cub prowling with each and every star. A hope and beauty only seen by those who look. The wonder and mystery of the night. Each star with its own story, to bring on what could happen. Being so far away, one can only wonder if those among the stars are the ones who really are alive. lost n the vission of the night, each starry figure showing the way to a new place. Beautiful girls with swirling dresses, strong men whove done great taskes. A lost friend who never said goodbye. All the possibilties of what could happen. A small longing to be in their arms. Wishing to be able to sit and see the star wonders together. Instead gazing up and hoping they shine down on me. Coming back to the dark and damp world around me, a young man lost in the same world I live. Shivering next to the building looking down at the only few things he has. Tearing at my heart, reaching out to show him how beautiful it is. He looks at me pain in his eyes, explaining of his sorrows. of the trageties and losses. "But if you only look, you may see that the only thing lost is you." Taking his hand to guide him to the stars. Slowly bit by bit the dark droping away as the stars surround us. The stars become less of a thing in the sky but the things that one can become. The ones youve lost. A final way to say goodbye. I smile as he too begins to look at the stars as I do.
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