Nights

The night has called me.

The stars

They shine

Up, up in the sky.

Their bright brings

Peace, calm to my soul.

They watch

What they were.

The night,

It cries,

Cries the death of the person

Who wanted to be a star.

I am called,

The person calls me,

They scream so loud

Their interiors are pulled out

In the shape of dust

And fly to the sky.

Wind blows, gently,

Just like time goes on.

Night fades, slowly,

Just like us.

Stars, they shine,

But, what for?

Are they wishes?

Are they dreams?

Are they real?

Stars, they don't answer. 

Stars, they cry up in the sky

Because they weren't 

What they wanted to be.