Oh, but for the stars that once lit the sky And the moon that delighted us all Just how did the world ever become So very sad and small?
I look back to the good old days When stars once filled the night They filled us with joy and bliss and glee And now we can’t see them, bright.
These city lights I see aren't half as delightful - Nor do they make the sky light up. But what about all the constellations I’d see That’d make my soul gallop? :)