Pulsing at the speed of light,
Finding the perfect rhythm of life.
Seeing the world change and develop,
While ever bathing in their glow

Seeing nothing, hearing all,
Answering that desperate call
To be a guide, a light in the dark,
The hand to hold when it all gets hard.

Feeling the fire and the cold,
Remembering millions of wishes untold.
For the rich become powerful and the poor grow bitter,
Yet every single one has been awed by the sky

For when the child looks at the ground,
He sees nothing and hears not a sound.
Yet when the children look at the stars,
They see the universe taking them far.

Past the sadness and the hate,
Past the killings and the ****,
Through the darkness, it's always there,
Taking the dreamers into their dreams of old.