Why did god create infinite
stars, so beautiful and bright, yet far away millions of miles,
Even since I was a little boy,
I looked up at the sky, wanted to reach for them, don’t know why.
So proud we are to be the only
intelligent life ?
In this endless cosmos I feel
so small looking at these vast skies,
Every time I talk to the stars
they always twinkle and smile, burn all their lives to spread the light,
Isn’t that god speaking to us,
maybe he gave us wings, we are
all just too afraid to fly,
or maybe he made it all for
the angels, maybe he told them all the secrets of life,
with a sigh of relief I looked
into your eyes, and paused ..
