Her concealed stars of undeserved prophets

Shine craniums, causing choosers to cough it

Judges send beggars dead a deed and writ

Holding no body or sure soul, so no crime

Don’t join the dead, and don’t get left behind

Here it is, a soft touch of the sun above

And it doesn’t take much to find a love

In-tune, trading glances you can’t get rid of

So watch sunsets before you run out of time

Walk down the way, and don’t get left behind

The skies mention their love of attention

All hope it hails in another dimension

With prayers of their coming ascension

What would the stars bring as a sacred sign?

Well, try not to see too far, and don’t get left behind