Star in my window,
What must you have seen.
A sad and angry girl
With a wish and a dream.

Have you seen her cry?
Or moan in bed?
Have you seen the dark clouds
That hang over her head?

What books does she read?
What thoughts does she think?
Is it true she doesnt sleep
But just excessivly blinks?

Little star,
Youre so far
But have seen a great deal

And when the world
Looks back at you
They remember
Why they feel