Bleeding Skies Await You

Never stop gazing up at the stars.

No matter what you do,

Don't let them change your mind.

Don't start looking down at the filthy dirt,

Just because they don't think the stars are pretty.

No matter how ugly the world may get,

No matter how hard life may seem,

No matter how pointless you may feel,

No matter how difficult it may be to see through your tears and your pain,

Keep your head up.

Keep wiping away your tears,

And keep your eyes on the constellations.

You don't want to miss a shooting star.