The stars where I live shine as bright as the sun
but how could Icompare them for they will never be seen together
For stars are messengers of the gods at night that tell of battles lost and won
and the sun is the god himself they are as different as a stone and a feather
The stars are like drops of golden champain spilled acrossed the sky
They gleam above and seem to wink and dance for they have watched for centuries and now
the
way of man
They are doomed to watch again the way we cheat and lie
knowing that's the way it was planed
One day little ones you'll know the truth but now your way to young
For life for you is just a game a way of having fun
So count the many stars and wish with all your might on those across the sky are flung
for one day you might be one of the few chosen
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