The sky is dark above my head.
As I lay here in my bed.
My eyes longing for the stars.
A many confuse them with mars.
I slide out from under my sheets.
Feeling the cold floor upon my feet.
I brave the wrath of the night.
Not daring to ignite a light.
The stars flee at something so bright.
So, in the dark I keep my flight.
The wind whips through the trees.
And with my first glance I have to freeze.
There's something missing from this once starry sky.
An absence, of which you could never lie.
The stars that once lit this dark cloak.
Are gone, and only the moon spoke.
Please listen, I beg you do.
If you could return the stars, just a few.
I would lay peacefully back in my bed.
With thoughts of stars filling my head.
But if my bright lovers do not return.
I'm going to make you learn.
The stars are my only peace of mind.
My only truthful bind.
Please, please return them soon.
Because without them, my heart is an empty room.