The stars are shining bright,
tears coming down my face:
tears if anger and sadness.
Sadness you have brought.
A lot of prayers
with little time.
I sit alone and think
wishing and hoping to bring you back
from the hole you are in.
If only you knew
what to say and think.
My angel will appear
and light my way.
Still hoping and praying,
I sit alone and think.