It seems like every night
I see those amazing bright lights
They are so far up in the sky
I can hardly see them
I like it like that
My mother calls them stars
While my gramps called them little bright suns
I don't really know what they are
But they give me hope
When I was 4 I found a little white book
It was full of amazing picture of them
After my friend left
It felt like the only way I could see her
Was though the little suns in the night sky
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
It seems like every night
I see those amazing bright lights
They are so far up in the sky
I can hardly see them
I like it like that
My mother calls them stars
While my gramps called them little bright suns
I don't really know what they are
But they give me hope
When I was 4 I found a little white book
It was full of amazing picture of them
After my friend left
It felt like the only way I could see her
Was though the little suns in the night sky
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