Take me home, to the stars
Far away from all the mass!
On silent nights, think dear of me,
I might twinkle just for you.
Do not ask if I’ve healed
From all the wounds of my past,
I might shed a drop of rain
To let you know I am still in pain.
Raise your head and kiss the sky,
I might drizzle just for you;
And if I ever cross your mind,
Close your eyes and hold on tight
I shall summon the lord of wind
To kiss your cheek without a tint!