I beg with stars
who know nothing of hearts
I ask "show the way"
and they reply
living - living is foolish
living is not safe
living is loud and old
living is quieter than the forest
living is on display
for us to see
You know naught of life, say I
and know not what life can bring
They smile and laugh at me
the arrogant speck of dust
and twinkle in their bitter ways
then pull clouds over their beautiful faces
to hide from me the truth
I beg with stars
who never knew our wars
to open up the skies once more
to let me see the way
so I can fold this tattered map
so I can bend the world
and fall into your arms
and make the world
right once more.