Between those stars, far up high
There are treks made short
Magnified by the expanding eye

This eye that saw a hundred happy memories
That our beating hearts drummed for—
Those countless fairytale stories

And in those stars above
We can only see them now
As Peace’s Apollo-Dove

That dove that rides on hope
And sails on vaporized tears
And only lands amidst our joy

The stars that shone on the most hated day
Disappeared into oblivion
As our lives slowly fray

While the stars we saw live
We cannot
People don’t always give
All the love that they’ve got

But in solace to us
My dear friend, I swear this:
All stars must die
And thus we rise from the abyss.