Cries of the Stars

Under the night sky, infinite stars above, shining upon our bodies, whatching us from millions of miles away, listening to our songs of grief, our cries of joy and our prayers for a better tommorrow, a tomorrow where we just like tonight have the stars as our witness, praying that every day for the rest of our lives will be as silent as this moment, that our lives will be full of gladness, sunsets and sunrises, warmth, happiness, every day, for as long as we might live. As our lifeline we hold the stars, those pail dots on the midnight sky, for we know that the stars were there long before our time, just like they will be there long after we've yet again become one with the body of Earth.