Stars in the Night

Stars in the night,
Makes me to feel to ask,
When I think of my grandparent, my heart feels tight,
To you, is that wrong or is that right?
And in the night, I wonder,
If there is an answer to all the mysteries,
From one our greatest histories
I still think that the sky
In the sky, I think its God's eye
Every night I bring a lamp
And picture the fire as wieldy ram
That ram is me
the one you see.