Falling.

What do you do when the stars are falling?
What do you do when the stars are falling?

Do you breathe in the stardust around you?
Sing out loud until chaos commands you?

Run away, fast, your feet cannot carry you,
and you stop, see, your siblings are calling:
come back, sister, bring peace, sister, bring
love, sister, bring calm, sister, bring everything
you have with you. Yet you are nothing but
waves and destruction, pounding heart, beating
drums of your brainwaves to silence you.

What do you do when the stars are falling?
What do you do when the stars are falling?

Do you pray on your knees, pounding fists on the floor?
Call for help, howling wolves in the storm?

You don't see this tomorrow, heavy bones
cannot bear your mistakes, and you cradle their
secrets inside you. Bleeding thunder and lightning,
no one stops you. Teach to preach and sell your
regrets, call out their cynical frowns and step
on their hate. Still they cling to their souls, bruised
and awake, made of stars and the night that will follow.