Literature
I still believe in the stars above my head
I believe in the stars above my head,Whispers of light in a sea of the dead.Ancient and bold, they shimmer with grace,Guiding the lost through the vast, endless space.
Each one a secret, a promise, a dream,Flickering truths in a cosmic stream.They sing to the earth in a silent refrain,Binding the heavens to dust and to rain.
I believe in their glow, their quiet embrace,A dance in the dark, a glimpse of God's face.For in their sparkle, I find my own way,A journey of night unfolding to day.
Though clouds may gather, though shadows may fall,I believe in the stars, I hear their call.Their light is eternal, their magic is true,And in their reflection, I find something new.
So I stand beneath them, my heart full of fire,A soul intertwined with their endless desire.I believe in the stars, in the stories they weave,In their timeless beauty, I dare to believe.
