I wait in the night for the stars to come out,
not really sure what it's all about,
I wait in the night for the stars to come out,
And all that I feel within me is doubt,
I wait in the night for the stars to come out,
but then I can't help but let out a shout,
of pain, of loss, of the absence of light,
in the cold, dark night.

I lie on my back and I stare at the moon,
the light that it casts is a tremendous boon,
I lie on my back and I stare at the moon,
I'm getting tired, I should go to bed soon,
I lie on my back and I stare at the mooon,
and all of my neighbors think I am a loon,
when I scream out my pain and my sorrow,
and wait for the light of tomorrow.

I wait in the night and I scan the skies,
and something deep down within me dies,
I wait in the night and I scan the skies,
and the words of hope on my lips are lies,
I wait in the night and I scan the skies,
and fill the darkness with my lamenting cries,
for the only light in the enroaching gloom,
is the moon, and soon, it will meet it's doom.

For there are no stars shining brightly above,
there are no signs of an enfolding love,
for there are no stars shining brightly above,
there are no bright pinpoints for bards to sing of,
for there are no stars shining brightly above,
only smog, which can sour the white of a dove,
so I howl of my loss to the polluted air,
and hope that someday my supplanters will dare,
to love, to hope, to show that they care,
to the planet which has had the burden to bear,
to the world the humanity has made it's lair,
to our earth, which once was so shining and fair,

and now only reeks of destruction.