i wonder why you wait;
on hands and knees
for the rocks to shift into stars
once the star has fallen, it’ll never glow
rise, it might shine for a day
roll around in the mud
but return.
oh baby you’re the star everyone wants
but no one can be
glowing steadily
wishing for a god
to bring your star back
she’ll listen
but not even she
can bring back what has fallen
Saint's Muse 