Have you ever just laid on the grass staring at the gleaming stars?
Have you seen the dewy eyes of  broken hearts?
Something so pure, so beautiful pours out of them
like they're luring me into turning them to a poem
I think the stars are sad,
they're tired of reflecting someone else's light
A broken heart is in pain, it is shattered, it cries alone at night
And when that heart looks up at the depressed stars,
it understands
It understands the agony
It sees that underneath the brightness,thousands of them,
yet lonely.