The stars of Heaven shatter,
falling far and wide;
These tears of heaven scatter,
and in the heart abide;
In the night they travel,
streaking through the sky;
Showing me their fleeting life,
as I quickly see them die;
The dying embers weaken,
drifting upon the wind;
Piercing the veil of shadows,
from the tempest they transcend;
In your eyes I see those stars,
as they fall in tears;
Just like so many I have shed,
throughout the passing years;
Our tears are born of the Heavens,
born of angels, ether, and such;
So how can there be sorrow,
when two such teardrops touch?
Written with Don Everhart
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