I am drifting
To see these stars collide
And have their everlasting suffering
Explode from their fingertips.

They dance.
Like waves of mercy
Too fast to grasp,
Yet they cry for forgiveness.

For leaving their beloved behind.
For taking off without them.
For dying in front of their eyes.

But behold!
A new star shall shine anew.
It's light will ease their pain.
It's glory is revealed towards its sons and daughters.
For this star,
Who once grieved,
Is now the morning star
For everyone to see.

So do not be afraid little ones.
A dance of sorrow
Will sometimes become a shout of joy.