Where the Stars Still Shine
Somewhere where the stars still shine,
a single tear f
a
l
l
s
And catches that hopeful ray of light
to sparkle for an instant
as if saying
This. Is. It.
And on the way d
o
w
n
It shines in all its glory until
it s h a t t e r s into a
million new stars.
And somewhere where the stars still shine,
a cry is still begging
for the help of a people
who don’t listen
and for the sympathy of a heart
that doesn’t beat.
Where the waves of a soulful sound
soars through the earth only to
pass those million shining stars
to wish upon.
Well, somewhere where the stars still shine,
a new story is being written
fresh from an older one that
will gaze out on it compassionately
with slight worry
because each page will be a
struggle
against the world it was brought into.
With vain perceptions and false values,
where people know others merely
by what words have raced through
the air and
landed in their eager ears.
Where a piece of paper is more
treasured than a
life of so much potential.
Where people can stand to
hold a gun to a pair of e y e s
that say
WAIT. I have an unfinished
story too.
But steel can only blindly reflect back
the open windows to the soul.
And maybe she’ll protect as best as she can
but the world is still the world.
So she’ll have to find her own way
to
somewhere where the star still shine.
And somewhere where those stars do shine,
the words ‘you can’t’ are no longer spoken.
As though firmly pro-noun-cing the impossibility of a situation
is a favor to the
believer of a dream
when really it would require the same effort, same br e a th
to consider and exclaim, perhaps you can, perhaps you can Indeed.
And somewhere where those stars will shine,
I would change it all if I could.
Well, perhaps I can, perhaps I can
Indeed.