The visiting stars

By Chrismustrad:

In the middle of the night
In between me and my soul
I look up to the sky past nine
When the sky still awake lonely
And the moon were besides stars

On a day like this
The stars were smiling
Why some are gossiping
At the window facing the moon

But there stay a star
That stays so high and stressed
Behind its bars its looks so low
That nothing could ever be more
As I stare so close to the star
Its move so close to me
And say I wish I could become more
And never be a star


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