I've lost the stars again.
But to speak of them,
As if I knew each one personally;
By name, creed and belief's.
I look up to find my dear friends
And fall on my face again.
No means to find a better spot so I may view you
Makers of wishes and lullabys.
So I cut out little tin foil stars.
Sprinkle them across my walls,
Paste them to my bedroom ceiling.
My very private collection
Of wishes and lullabys.