Some think you have to be famous to be a star
either very rich or affluent
Some chase what they think they will never attain in
that rarified air, way up there.
But I have a secret to share, maybe it is not so secret
perhaps you already knew.
We are stars
not the limo-riding
Lear jet flying
don't you wish you were me kind
We are the kind of stars that God bestowed upon this world
When our journey is done
We will return to the heavens and look upon
who we loved and what we have done
You have a place waiting for you more lavish than any celebrity party
more spectacular than you ever could know
There is a place amongst the stars for you in that rarified air, way up there
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
Some think you have to be famous to be a star
either very rich or affluent
Some chase what they think they will never attain in
that rarified air, way up there.
But I have a secret to share, maybe it is not so secret
perhaps you already knew.
We are stars
not the limo-riding
Lear jet flying
don't you wish you were me kind
We are the kind of stars that God bestowed upon this world
When our journey is done
We will return to the heavens and look upon
who we loved and what we have done
You have a place waiting for you more lavish than any celebrity party
more spectacular than you ever could know
There is a place amongst the stars for you in that rarified air, way up there
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