Everynight I look up
In the night, I sip my cup
I stare at the stardust
Leaning on my car of rust

Because I'm not rich, nor poor
But somethings I have lure,
And I can't leave them
As I think... I trace the cup rim

I remember the days
Filled with grace
When I didn't care
When we learned to share

But now my memories, I can't let go
No matter how old
Because those little thoughts
Make my whole self up

And without the memories, I always fear
My life won't be so clear
And I won't ever find myself again,
Lost in this world of sin