Singing your melancholy little song,
you looked out for what you longed for.
There were four stars above the shore.
You thought they bore a sign of hope,
the sparkling lights you swore to.
But the stars never answered your prayers.
They only shone from above, ignoring your tears.
In the middle of the night you swayed and swayed,
crying, shuddering, but still you prayed
to the indifferent four stars that’d never care.
But dearest little one, it’s time for your call.
Yes – you, the bravest and strongest of all.
Don’t waste your time on the divines.
Look in the mirror and stare into your eyes.
You’re shining brighter than any star in the sky.
Now, sing your sweet, sweet, little tune.
You don’t have to believe in the moon.
What you desire will soon be in your hands.
Just look at you and tell yourself that you can.
Stay strong for yourself ’cause no one else can.
Believe in yourself.