Who is to say the sweet stars won't fall
from their heavenly loft?
Breath will escape us and depart on a long journey,
never to be seen again.
The sun will lay its fiery head to rest in an eternal slumber.
No more will the birds sing,
The children cry,
Or the moon grace the sky.
Who is to say the stars won't fall
after kissing the night for the last time?
