The starry night that jewels the sky, with clouds who roam within; Pieces of my soul fly afar, Broken, weak, and thin. As night approaches, the stars whisper, It's like they know my name; They guide me through the darkness, and help me claim my aim. Every night I hear their voice, echo within my mind; Their pleasing voice and soothing noise, begs my soul to find. Each piece of my soul that flew afar, I see them haunting to reach the sky; The stars, they smile from a distance, Seeing the pieces sheerly glow and try. The pieces, they now shine and glow, It's the stars that helped them through; I realized, the darkness who I thought was an enemy, was a friend that helped me too. The wind swooshed to tell me a secret, and whispered in my ear; That the pieces of my soul will be the next stars, who will guide others through their fear. The broken pieces of my soul, did not join but chose to be free; Its because, the broken pieces of your soul, are all the stars you'll ever be.