My Star's of Gold

Walking down the isle I see stars of gold Blinking with purity The fall straight from the sky, Bird sings of you Men prays with you, Queuing up expectations Ready to possess my possession, Crazy stories of falling stars My lip tells sweet tales. Looking beyond the clouds I see stars of gold, Perfect than a comet Falling straight to our heart, Older than it’s galaxy But gold in making, Silver in ransom Costless as the air, Even diamond kings calls him My creator my stars of gold