These beautiful stars shine bright
In front of a skyline filled with ink.
Then as if on cue They start to sing
The night's most beautiful Lullaby.
So I count the stars And wonder what they are
I count and I wonder Every moonlit night
Searching for answers, as time passes by.
Hanging on strings Swinging high in the sky,
These graceful figures seem to dance To A melodic lullaby.
I listen, as I look And suddenly I see,
Each little star, Is a precious memory.
And From the safest of places,
I stare in awe, At the little lights,
Beautifully painted on this canvas of night.
I climb up my ladder,
Right to the top, Into the cool night air.
And I hold out a hand To gently grasp one,
And I quietly watch these beautiful memories
Play out before my eyes.
These bright little stars Now seem to play
The nights most solemn and beautiful Lullaby.
These Little lights Attached to a string of mine,
Softly touch my heart As they sing
Humming the night's peaceful lullaby
And Above the world Where I dare to dream,
I listen to This lullaby
Filled with happiness and hope
Bringing light to life
In this darkened world
To You, they simply exist
Waiting to be be preserved.
In a picture,
In a book,
In a mind.
But To me,
they are writers, They are singers,
They are made of a beauty
A joyful song
That cannot be contained
With time They will fade.
And Someday, they will be gone.
But tonight These stars shine bright.
They shine with faith And hope.
These stars dance And they sing.
And these memories play
As the stars Seem to compose A performance,
This graceful play, Made just for me.
So I count the stars, These infinite memories,
As they appear each night in the sky.
I need to show
This beautiful sight
I need others to hear the singing
And I want others to know,
The beautiful song of the stars.
Then I watch the stars leave,
And watch them fade.
Although just for the day,
And the moon leaves the sky,
When the sun comes to play.
But when Stardust covers the floor
Where galaxies swirl, Where these gentle lights
Gracefully twinkle and twirl,
I laugh and I smile, And I get up to dance
to the beautiful music of the stars.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
These beautiful stars shine bright
In front of a skyline filled with ink.
Then as if on cue They start to sing
The night's most beautiful Lullaby.
So I count the stars And wonder what they are
I count and I wonder Every moonlit night
Searching for answers, as time passes by.
Hanging on strings Swinging high in the sky,
These graceful figures seem to dance To A melodic lullaby.
I listen, as I look And suddenly I see,
Each little star, Is a precious memory.
And From the safest of places,
I stare in awe, At the little lights,
Beautifully painted on this canvas of night.
I climb up my ladder,
Right to the top, Into the cool night air.
And I hold out a hand To gently grasp one,
And I quietly watch these beautiful memories
Play out before my eyes.
These bright little stars Now seem to play
The nights most solemn and beautiful Lullaby.
These Little lights Attached to a string of mine,
Softly touch my heart As they sing
Humming the night's peaceful lullaby
And Above the world Where I dare to dream,
I listen to This lullaby
Filled with happiness and hope
Bringing light to life
In this darkened world
To You, they simply exist
Waiting to be be preserved.
In a picture,
In a book,
In a mind.
But To me,
they are writers, They are singers,
They are made of a beauty
A joyful song
That cannot be contained
With time They will fade.
And Someday, they will be gone.
But tonight These stars shine bright.
They shine with faith And hope.
These stars dance And they sing.
And these memories play
As the stars Seem to compose A performance,
This graceful play, Made just for me.
So I count the stars, These infinite memories,
As they appear each night in the sky.
I need to show
This beautiful sight
I need others to hear the singing
And I want others to know,
The beautiful song of the stars.
Then I watch the stars leave,
And watch them fade.
Although just for the day,
And the moon leaves the sky,
When the sun comes to play.
But when Stardust covers the floor
Where galaxies swirl, Where these gentle lights
Gracefully twinkle and twirl,
I laugh and I smile, And I get up to dance
to the beautiful music of the stars.
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