She has nobody during the day.
She lays in bed each night.
After long days she’s weak, tired.
All she has to do is,
Look outside her cold bedroom window.
And look up at the stars.
The stars she can count on.
They’ll always be in the sky.
Even if they’re hiding behind clouds.
She trusts them enough to know.
Know they are listening to her.
Listening to her cries, whispers, wishes.
They shine upon her, giving strength.
Strength to shine bright another day.
They twinkle down, giving her hope.
Hope she’ll find someone, one day.
The stars are her strength, hope.
Without her stars how could she?
How could she be alone again.
Without her stars how will she?
How will she build strength again.
Strength to carry loneliness alongside herself.
The loneliness that nobody else wants.
They leave her alone, baring it.
Burning her strength carrying loneliness along.
Walking swiftly looking down at phones.
Pretending to look busy, avoiding her.
Leaving her more alone than ever.
Making the loneliness seep out hope.
Her hope escaping like caged butterflies.
Flying away, high in the daylight.
Leaving her weak and unhopeful again.
But, with the stars shining, twinkling.
She can gain the strength again.
Collect her hope in her hands.
So once again she’ll endure days.
Because during the day, there’s nobody.