Standing on the roof in awe
Seeing the stars light up the dim world
All his troubles disappear with the swipe of a shooting star
Soul filled with light was once a pitch black soul that never could
Each shines with its own uniqueness
Each living its own life
Filling him with happiness
He never wanted to fight
He is in love with the everlasting beauty
They are like perfect things in a dark, horrible sky
Resembling the world and its cruelty
But everything is a lie
All the stars will go by morning
Along with his happiness, now comes even more mourning