I lay and stare
Up at a sky with infinite answers
To all the questions crowding my mind.

The sun assures my questions of hope.
The moon listens to my worries.
And the stars tell of a future full of dreams.
O’ how I hope they are right.

What a fool I am,
to think God’s canvas could answer me.
But I know the stars hear me,
And I know that they will save me,
For my pleading does not fall upon deaf ears.