Clarity

There are some nights, some starry nights,

And you lay back and take a look,

You see lights, some faint lights,

A star hanging by its hook.

You don't know what the star feels,

You perceive just the shine,

The star is burning up inside,

The star is really dying.

He is too far away to tell you,

What pain he is going through,

So he quietly lets it all build up,

Until the pain his threshold outdo.

His core had run out of fuel,

He collapsed in on his own gravity.

In the final seconds before he turned,

He found what he'd always sought; Clarity.