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