I see the stars, I see your eyes,
Eyes of the children, eyes of the seeds, eyes of life.
I see the moon, I see your smile,
Shining like a thousand sunsets
Yet the sun shines no more, and the stars have died
with the angel,
Died with the man, died with the dream.
The fuel for their vibrant flames is gone,
Burned with the hope of renewal.
The mourning of the angel brings a new dream to
their eyes,
One of happiness, one of reunion.
As the dawn comes, the angel returns,
The sun shines, and the stars twinkle.
And the angel takes his position with God, watching
Over his sheep

With the starts.