An old man was told you’d be as many as the stars
He didn’t know some would be as they are
And some of them would have to leave the nest and go far.
Some gave up and became a dark hole
Cause life in deep space just took its toll
And need anything close to make them feel whole.
Some have the heat of a super nova
With so much power battles are short and always over.
You want to try again? Here’s a four-leaf clover.
Some are really common and that’s okay.
Cause they’re the ones we love at the end of the day.
Each one has a story that they need to say.
Each one means something to a different planet.
The closest may be why life can inhabit.
Some may find meaning in them, although that’s a bad habit.
Although they exist in a place so stark
They exist to be as celestial arks
To be the lights in the dark.