Sunday Sermonette: We Are All Made of Stars

I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain

The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you're doing tonight

If I could wave my magic wand
I'd make everything all right

I'm not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second sight
I'm not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight

Posted by ghostsniper at April 19, 2015 8:19 AM


Posted by Haxo Angmark at April 20, 2015 11:13 PM