Watching over me
Looking at the sky at night, at all the stars of twinkling light. I used to think when I was small, That they weren’t really stars at all. But daylight from another place, shining through the holes in space. A twinkling star I thought could be, A blinking eye that’s watching me. I sometimes think now I am tall, of those thoughts when I was small. I know that stars are really stars, And some are planets, Saturn, Mars. When trouble comes, I fear no more, At what is washed up on my shore. I still believe in what I see, That someone’s watching over me. |