The jewels of the heaven have grown dim and they no longer twinkle. The desire to wish has gone and the world has lost it's desire to look skyward. Hope and child like wonder have disappeared and has been replaced with worry and mistrust. The first star to the right and straight on until morning no longer leads to never land. The Southern Cross and the North Star are no longer true guides. So as the lights of the heaven dim and reality begins to skip a beat, what will we wonder when all of the stars start to fall?