EVEN THE STARS ARE COLD TONIGHT
Even the stars are cold tonight
Little bits of light in the distance
What can they mean?
Once they were bright hopes for other homes
Now they are hells of
Heat and cold and darkness and death-
Why couldn’t our eyes be the only truth
And why do we know so much
Which always hurts us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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and even the stars are cold tonight, they are still the stars that inspires them...