Stars

by hidden writer   Jan 27, 2007


Lookin out of the window,
into the darkness,
up at the sky,
to every star beyond my reach,
if i spent all night,
counting every single 1,
id never count them all,
but if you stop and think,
of the most precious stars of all,
there not so out of reach,
and theres not that many at all,

my friends are more important,
my friends are there for me,
so why waste time,
thinking of stars,

when the best ones you can have,
in your arms.

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