When people ask me late at night,
Better to be assuming.
For I can almost guarantee,
I am hearing cricket's crooning.

If you ever look for me,
you don't have to look too far,
I'm on my back gazing,
looking at the brilliant stars.

If you ask me who's my friend,
I'll tell you he goes who,
To sit and listen for the owl,
to me is all but new.

If you need me to listen,
I'll lend an open ear,
I'll even hold your hand,
if you need to tear.

For on this tiny planet,
we can't be mean or cruel,
for we all just specks of dust,
easy to be fooled.

Orion was once a great hunter,
and now he hunts the sky,
and never will you ever ask,
the only question why.

So here I am a child,
In the scope of Earth,
wouldn't trade a single minute,
for the stars are my hearth.

Go outside look at the sky,
remember every star,
but of all remember,
remember who you are.