Where Are The Stars

The world has its scars!
I’m made to wonder, as the lights glare in the cold,
Where are the stars?


Remember, past those neon signs of bars
Wherein that sinful poison’s sold,
The world has its scars!

In a world with all its quickly passing cars,
I lay skyward and wonder so bold,
Where are the stars?

All watch as the world’s beauty burns and chars
Yet sadly still, they must be told
The world has its scars.

To look around and see all these mars…
It makes my soul age and my body old.
Where are the stars?

Beauty’s gone and the fault’s all ours!
Oh! It had more value than the purest gold!
The world has its scars!
Where are the stars!?

The End

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