twinkle, twinkle.

sitting on the stars,

my feet dangle over the world as i stare from afar,

i see everything,

from the dog loose in the alley to the broken down car,

even though the season is green ,

and the sun shines bright,

there's no spring in the daily steps,

no hope keeping my people's heart light,

i look down from the wonders they look up to,

the very ones i'm afraid i will one day lose to you,

only to find cities on hills burning to the ground,

or deserted, like huge sandstone hearts ruled by stray hounds,

we're supposed to be the ones who are different,

the people who had something the world wanted,

we poured out our heart in the cold wind,

grew cold blooded, and curb stomped it.

you were never told it would be easy,

never told you could take it home like a simple breezy,

when you can't bear to lose the heart of one girl,

imagine losing those hearts given to you,

and tell me you still find your cynicism pleasing.

sitting on the stars,

my feet dangle over the world as i stare from afar,

this is my feeble light to the world,

spoken over musical bars.