No One Knows the Stars are Dying.

I've noticed as I lie in bed, awake,
And look beyond the glass for old-time's sake,
My eyes focus on the nighttime sky
To count the falling stars as they shoot by.

Their little cries all reach my ears--
No one knows they're dying, here...
And every night I watch and cry
As more and more of those dying stars pass by.

They fall to the ground like silent rain--
I retrieve them and try to heal their pain--
They tell me the world is different from before,
And they refuse to shine for us anymore.

--no one knows the stars are dying,
No one knows, and no one's trying;
No one knows they've lost their worth
As one by one they fall to Earth.

We are so caught up in our own lives
That we hardly see beyond our eyes:
The stars all out, but we don't hear,
And they continue dying year after year.

Though these stars have watched their time unfurl,
We find we're still looking for our place in the world.
And even as they fall, we humans will rise...
Despite the heaven's unyielding sighs.

And no one knows the stars are dying,
No one knows that it's them crying,
That you no longer hear their mirth
As one by one they fall to Earth.

So next time you see a falling star,
Thank the world for who you are;
And the next time you wish on a star at night
Pray it stays there with all your might--

--Wish for a reason to smile when you look outside,
Or for something to follow when you can't decide;
Wish for a motive to keep on trying...

...because no one knows the stars are dying.