• Star weaver she whispers,
    why is the sky so blue?
    I smiled and said sweetly,
    thats just what I wanted to do.
    I told her that when I placed the stars,
    I always had a plan.
    I knew just where to put them,
    and a map to never land.
    And when they asked to move them,
    I always told them no.
    They are my stars,
    and I say where they are to go.
    Just because you see them,
    doesn't mean you can redesign.
    There is something you're forgetting,
    These stars are all mine.
    I created them from nothing,
    I made them from something broken.
    And now they are perfect.
    I move my stars for no one.