It feels like there are no stars here, nothing shines
As bright as the tinsel on the tree
A reminder that all that glitter are not astral
And light reflected upon the glass
Is just that. Light from a man-made tree
In a world contorted by man.
The night sky lies silent in the haze
Winter fires draw a blanket
Over my city. Smoke and fog
And fog and smoke, when it clears
Deep in the night, I still have reason to smile.
For despite the sham and the shame
Through the gore and all the games,
There is one star that shines just for me.
It feels like the end of the world
Although you said it couldn’t be. Nothing was.
Yet, sometimes hopelessness overwhelms me.
I go through the motions as expected
I nod, I smile, I even raise a toast
Laugh a little laugh and say something funny
Is that funny, then? When the world tilts
For those who are hurting, when you look at it
From the other side? Which side is smarter?
What is it that lingers when you leave the room?
I wonder what I will leave behind.
The memories that will one day fade
Drying like the shelf you forget to dust.
And gardenias that have long been dead.
Those are all that remain
Gardenias that have long been dead
And a star that shines
Just for me.