Stars

Twinkling in the velvet sky,
A mystical background,
Way up high.
To wish upon, in high hopes,
Or gaze at through a telescope.
They glitter and dance, just like a child's eyes.
Bright and pure, they wear no disguise.
I want to become one of those stars,
After I'm dead and gone.
I'll shine brighter than all the rest,
And sprinkle down my love
As someone looks above.
For doesn't someone have to be a star?
To watch over every one?
Oh, how I wish to be a star,
After I'm dead and gone.