Stars That Cry

Gazing up late at the night sky, I watch them stars, they tear and cry That they can not bring thee back to me, No matter the wishes that I set free. And aye, thy love is not the first to pass But I know it might just be the last, As thee were a feeling, it grew without clue, And it won't be gone with the shadow of you. I tell them stars not to wee, As I keep thee safe in my box of dreams. I have you bright in my darkest of days, Thus to you they might just find a way.