My little room made of stars 💫

When you were young and scared of nobody, 💥

You were enchanted by the moon, 💥

And a field of glowing stars that clung. . 💥

To the ceiling of your room, 💥

You drew lines to link their beauty, 💥

Made constellations of your own, 💥

An explorer of the universe, 💥

With your warm bed for a throne, 💥

And you remember one cold evening.💥

When those stars had lost their light, 💥

How you grabbed your favourite sweater, 💥

And padded out into the night, 💥

You couldn’t stop their large expanse, 💥

From making you feel small, 💥

The constellations stayed the same, 💥

And every star you made your own, 💥

Already had a name, 💥

And the sight that lay above you, 💥

Made your tiny heart start reeling, 💥

As a sea of glinting starlight danced, 💥

On the worlds now darkened ceiling. 💥

But though the stars strung high above you, 💥

Claimed you were part of it all, 💥

For despite all of the lines you drew, 💥

For a star’s light can be slow, 💥

But listen young explorer, 💥

And the ones you see above you, 💥

Were made a long long time ago, 💥

And though the world won’t see it, 💥

Until this earth’s a lot more worn, 💥

The moment that you saw that sky, 💥

A brand new star was born.💥