There is
A
Little black star
On the ceiling
Sticking there
Half peeling off
On the white
Cracked ceiling
I am
Like the
Little black star
Up there
Hanging on
Though not totally succeding
Not giving in
Though close to drifting down
Maybe
The little black star
Will stay up there
For a time
Maybe
I will
Hang on
For a time
But in the end
We must all
Drift to the floor
In the end