The Mytery of the Star

The stars shine so bright
Always late at night
They twinkle and gleam
And all the while it seems
They are speaking words to me
They say how they wish
To walk on earth
To talk the way we talk
To have a new birth
I think to myself
How lonesome it must be
To be a little star
And not to be able to see
Not to be able to touch
The flowers and the trees
To see the breathtaking sunrises
And all the lovely things
Not to be able to laugh
Smile or cry when I am in pain
It truly is a sad deal
To be a star I say
Then the stars say to me
How grateful I should be
To live the way I live
To be the way I want to be
I thank the little stars for talking to me
They say your welcome
But it feels like it was all a dream
Or was it a dream that happened to me
Oh well I guess I'll never know
That's why it's called a mystery