Sometimes, I like to look at the starry sky
And wonder if others are looking up at it
Feeling and regretting, the same as I
Having loved after seeing how hard it hit.

Maybe the stars are each a tear
Cried out by hearts, feeling lonely
Who have yet to see their own night sky clear
To see the moonlight of their lives fully.

But even in a moonless night
They still manage to shine bright
So they may have found hope
By finally managing to cope.

No more shall I succumb to nightly darkness
Instead looking for eternal happiness
Not in her, but in myself
Until the sunlight again shows itself.