I had once owned stars in the sky,
a goldmine in the dark.
In this barren wasteland,
they were jewels of the night.
But the mysterious moon whispered silvery words to me,
and so, I gave them all away in exchange for a lullaby.
While his cold grip wrapped around my stars,
I then awoke when the siren song stopped.
I waited for the sun to say goodbye and see my stars once more.
But they were now too far, shining brightly for someone else now.
And all I have left at midnight
is a dream that’s starting to slip away.