A question to the stars

Have you ever wondered What it's like to be a star? Twinkling against the dark night sky Wished upon, waiting to die. To be small as a speck of dust Upon a child's eye. Do you wonder If the stars ever dance? Graceful and tender, Loving and warm. The moonlit waltz Of A celestial romance. Do you wonder When the stars grow old Do They tell stories, Stories to be told? Recall tales from their younger days; Their wild adventures, Their coming of age? Do you wonder, When a star dies, Do others mourn, Say final goodbyes? Do they shed tears for dear old friends, Or stay strong, til their ultimate end?