An august night, a rocky mountain sky.
I stay up late to watch the stars rise
Around 3 a.m., seven sisters peek their eyes
at earthly bodies huddled around the fire.
They look in wonder down on the land
as stars are born and rise under them.
It doesn't matter if you're an ember or a flame
or a cinder rising towards the sky.
The light we give is not ours to tame
but just to let it shine.
Who's to say what makes a star
shine bright enough to be seen from afar
hydrogen, carbon and flame are all a part
of every star and every fire in our hearts?
Into the skies sending light some glow,
others beacons in the night-
like voices singing a song
for the whole world to hear our constellation.
It doesn't matter if you're an ember or a flame
or a cinder rising towards the sky.
The light we give is not ours to tame
but just to let it shine.
An august night, a rocky mountain sky.
Let's stay up late and watch the stars rise.
