Sitting on the cold, hard ground,
Looking at the moon in the sky,
I heard the soft haunting melody
That the stars, softly, sang for me.
The tune felt like a call to me,
Like a beckoning call from them,
And I couldn't help wondering
That if towards them I ran, would
They catch me, as I fell to oblivion ?
But then, instead, on the ground I sat,
The night breeze gently hugging me,
As I listened to the star's melody.
