Sometimes there is you
Sometimes there is me

What have we done?
We spoke of fun

We laid our feet down, gently
We looked up at the moonbeam

We pondered
And wandered

And yet, we meet, again
Those old memories
Speaking volumes
The walls expose us

Deep inside, lay remnants
Decaying deposits of the past

These stars
They constantly stay
Never wavering

These stars
Unable to die
Like us

They have guided us back
And cast the path for us to go on