Stars

The stars in the sky,
dignify any hope at all.
Hope to rise higher,
and never to fall.

Each star tells a story,
of far off lands.
But still so close,
they can join hands.

There are millions of stars,
millions of stories,
millions of dreams,
trillions of worries.

For each rising star,
there are two falling.
Their time has past,
they've lost their calling.

For each falling star,
that's full of lost hope,
lost dreams; a sad soul.
i don't see how they could cope.

Even if it's the worst way to live.
To fear life itself.
Many people do.
They hide it away, they put it on a shelf.

As the rising star gets brighter and brighter,
the falling star starts to fade.
Both, lost hope and failed dreams, die at the sight of the blade.

As the dim star
starts on it's way,
fading and dimming,
there's just nothing to say.

as you read this poem,
you should have realized,
all the lost hope
burning inside.

If there is no burning,
you are truly lying,
why would you do that?
when every night you fall asleep crying.

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