I hang out in the sky
A beaming shine of silver
Transparent and true

They look up at me often
For even when the times are bad
You fold your hands and send an upward thank you.

They have stopped praying,
Loving and believing
I miss the way things used to be
When the stars came out

It started out simple
With the typical melted marshmallows
Grilled burgers
Sparks of orange red and blue.
Rapidly turning into stained negligence

Looking down
Empty bottles
Used needles
I mourn

The loss of beautiful souls
I miss the way things used to be
When the stars came out.