SkyLights
I look at the stars at night and wonder what they are
The child in me is filled with delight as I watch them burn
Never leaving never dying
They've been there since I was born
They watched my great ancestors watch them when they were boys and girls
The little lights that light the sky when the moon slumbers
Then there’s me below on earth looking up in wonder
What a wonderful thing we see what a privilege we've been given
To have the lights of heaven watch over us time a time again
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