They walk down and open road by heaven’s brightest star

They walk down and open road by heaven’s brightest star

Now I see them holding hands, why must they be so far?

I’ll run to catch up, but I go slower when I try.

Maybe I should beg for wings to fly.

Now their arms swing back and forth,

While I run for all I’m worth.

A flash of light between their hands,

It marks when their world began.

Faster! Faster!

But my legs are newfound weights.

Slower. Slower.

My legs buckle as they seal their fates.

Their palms drew back

Now his love is all I lack

As I watch the newborn star

Drift away, now par on par.

I’ve fallen on the stony ground,

My soul wanders, waiting to be found.

The ragged rocks dig at my knees

Oh dearest lord, please end it! Please!

The faintest touch brought me from my memory.

“Excuse me miss, are you all right?

You shouldn’t be walking alone at night?

Pardon me, but you were walking here,

But when you didn’t turn, I came in hasted fear.

I thought someone had hurt you still,

For I saw you fall before my windowsill.”

I turned around and found his eyes,

Surprisingly, I did not have to rise.

He was close at my side before I could say no,

But what the heck? What was there to show?

He picked me up and carried me to a whitewash house,

Taking the key from a porcelain grouse.

He lit me inside and now there’s nothing left to show what happened that night

-except for his fleeting memory of fright.