Stars of the night skies with the soul’s of the brave minds
You stay bright in far heights glittering with smiles of dim lights
Wondering why with foolishness generations have appreciated
But with patience, spirit of leadership, content and braveness have depreciated.
It is not far fetched from the wells of deep thoughts
Where buckets fetch out the faces of disgusts.
Like the hungry locusts of the north they consult,
Becoming fat with the misery of selfishness and insults.
Oh! Beautiful stars how more bright can you shine?
How much longer would you give the dark ages?
It touches my soul deeply when I hear you cry
In the early hours of the morning, making me to ask why?
But still you bless the earth with your silver lined tears
Making the foolish ones ignore and say “it’s the morning tears”.
With the beauty of your glitters I appreciate with sincere swears
Because you still watch over pure hearts with no despairs
But, grieves me that everyday my brave stars gradually disappear
Disappear not because my brave stars are no longer brave
But because even some they save are not been brave.
They join in dancing to the gallivanting rhythm of dishonor
Struggling for the rusted crowns they receive with honor
Forgetting the humble homes their once just hearts sprouted from.
Oh stars of the blue skies in the heights of the nights
Please listen to the pleas of thy holy ones and shine on
With greater mights like the brave warriors you once were.