The Dreamer of the Lore
Greetings from the chatty scissors.
Watching the night sky I could swear I saw your smile,
It was drawn in the firmament like every once in a while...
For whenever I find myself in remembrance of the good old days we shared,
I simply have to look at the night sky, I have to look at the stars prepared.
For when I see the stars, your smile is up there in the sky...
Yet I can only see your smile from down here, for I will never fly.
You see, you are made of the stardust.
And I am simply gathering the dust.
Because maybe, just maybe, one day the dust of the stars will allow me to make stairs,
And when that happens, I may be able to be with you in the stars.
It was drawn in the firmament like every once in a while...
For whenever I find myself in remembrance of the good old days we shared,
I simply have to look at the night sky, I have to look at the stars prepared.
For when I see the stars, your smile is up there in the sky...
Yet I can only see your smile from down here, for I will never fly.
You see, you are made of the stardust.
And I am simply gathering the dust.
Because maybe, just maybe, one day the dust of the stars will allow me to make stairs,
And when that happens, I may be able to be with you in the stars.