Midnight

The stars, they shine so bright.
They shine just for us to feel alive.
But morning will come, and the stars will leave.
Leave us lost, and alone.
Hoping for them to return.
Return to the sky, always so bright.
Bright with the moon and the sun.
The sun blinding out the stars.
But as the sun sets, the stars will return.
Outshining the moon, and bringing back the night.
The night where anything can happen,
And the night where we feel alive again.