Stars shining brightly tonight,
the Heavens must be warm
Why wouldn't they be,
especially now in a world so cold.

The bite of thunder
echoes across the globe,
The tears of skies flood the world,
as the ashes of chaos have grown a Rose.

Do I suppose,
to know all the pieces I could hold,
Pieces of the sky
give a lot more to behold
The skies, like Heaven
are as precious as gold
And with them,
the many secrets yet to be told.