I smiled softly, assured I could slip Into a deep, restful sleep With my celestial guardian Watching over me
Stars could never shine As bright as the lights twinkling In your warm brown eyes
So, with a small but knowing smile, The girl always thinks to herself, "It's okay, you don't have to love me."
Oh, how the moon longed for it To be with her sun But deep down, in a sliver of herself The moon never wanted to acknowledge, There was crushing doubt Flooding insecurity Thoughts of how she'd never be bright enough To match the sun she so loved
Woven into silver starlight, Are the hopes and dreams Of all those who dare to believe