Her Home

Once upon a time,
there was a small little star.
And a little girl who climbed,
to admire it from afar.
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It was high up in the sky,
but brighter than the rest.
"If only I could fly..."
That was the girl's only request.
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She wanted to get away
from all her problems on the ground.
At night she would often pray,
hoping some respite would be found.
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And when her mom would yell,
she'd run out to the yard.
She'd tell the world farewell,
and take her place amongst the stars.
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That star would shine so brightly,
illuminating the darkest nights.
She would hold her knees so tightly,
comforted by the soft shine of it's light.
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And when the nights were hazy,
and her star was no where in sight,
That girl she would go crazy,
with fits of fear and fright.
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For before she knew what happened,
that star had become her home.
And when that home was ruined,
she was once again alone.
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That little girl is all grown up now,
she no longer needs it's light.
So if you're feeling down,
go outside tonight.
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Go and find that star,
let it be your saving grace.
Because no matter where you are,
that star will stay in place.