I look at the stars, dreaming I will be alright.
The moon smiles at me, with not-so-bright light.
I look at the sky, thinking when I die,
I will look down on Earth and live in the sky.
My life depends — it's up to me,
To you, to everyone else, how I choose to be.
But when I'm with the sky, moon, and stars,
I shine, I bloom, and I smile from afar.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC
I look at the stars, dreaming I will be alright.
The moon smiles at me, with not-so-bright light.
I look at the sky, thinking when I die,
I will look down on Earth and live in the sky.
My life depends — it's up to me,
To you, to everyone else, how I choose to be.
But when I'm with the sky, moon, and stars,
I shine, I bloom, and I smile from afar.