Paint the Sky with Stars

Sunlight streams through the branches' frame.
Everything seems to be the same.
If only I could find a way
that I could paint the sky with stars.

Birds fly around, all happy and free.
Songs fill the air with melodies.
But my soul is lead; I'm not gay.
I want to paint the sky with stars.

Sometimes I wish that I could lie.
When things go wrong I start to cry.
Many people, be as they may,
Try hard to paint the sky with stars.

They climb on chairs and reach so far.
Selfish people with hearts of tar.
For their hateful acts, they will pay,
And never paint the sky with stars.

I still feel the ghost of your arms;
They protected me from all harm,
But though you're gone still I will stay
And try to paint the sky with stars.

The day is gone and night unfolds.
The owls wake; their tales are told.
In the meadow, alone I lay,
And wish to paint the sky with stars.