The Stars

Wisdom, guidance, in order of things you need
Realms insides the palms lies a
Story of the thieves
Aristocratic cryptic's waving wands
Just to decive

And ever-blowing sheet leave no
Visual to conceive
Problems always probably and things
Will just repeat
Unless we change the way we think
Poignant when we speak
Our minds internal still search
And wish to seek for hidden answers that no

Human mouth can teach
Melody in music form to bring the world
Together to a place of peace
Not every man is one nor the other

Each and every one of us
Connected to our lover
Connected to the earth, life is giving birth
Feeling music before we're even speaking

Our hearts pumping, beating
Drums, they bang aloud
The piano is the suspense
You reel at your first fall down

The microphone for the tone
You slowly groaned
The guitar for the first time
You're with your someone making love in a car
The stars are what we look at
Because that is what we are