Laying in the dirt,
Staring at the sky,
Middle of the night,
No I'm not high.
Feeling so connected,
Love how I am tied,
Then the thought comes in,
Can't believe it's mine.
What if the stars are holes punched in the sky?

What if stars are,
The good in the bad?
What if stars are,
The happy in the sad?

Light in the sky,
Stars way up high.
I sit here away from it all,
Laying in the dirt ignoring my call.