Stars

The sun is setting quietly

The day is nearly gone

The moments pass

A wondering, the coming of a dawn

The confusion of the times we face

All hold their simple truths

No one knows the path we're on

In the search to find our roots

But all the times rush back to me

Trembling from the past

A momentary fear within

And searching once again

Do you hear them

Do you hear them

Do you hear the stars, They sing at night

Calling our dreams to them.

And the search for the thing I can call real

Like a laugh or a tear or a song that I feel

Things that shout and say, "Please hear me."

The one on the corner with Bible in hand

Shouting his word, the Gospel can plan

Leaving a hint that maybe our God is in debt

But the misunderstandings of an earlier time

Leave a shred of doubt.

Maybe the way is never really clear

We're inside, looking out

Do you hear them

Do you hear them

Do you hear the stars, They sing at night

Calling our dreams to them

Quietly, the pages turn

Of all unanswered songs

Written in quiet desperation

"Will someone hear my call?"

The times are reflective solitude

Which each of us must bear

Contained within this single truth

To begin we must start here

And the shriveled, dying, fated rose

Returning to the dust

The moment of a life, that is

Is all that remains of us

Do you hear them

And do you hear them

Do you hear the stars, They sing at night

Calling our dreams to them

And do you see them

And do you see them

And do you see the stars, they're shining at night

Lighting a way to begin.