The stars that led, all now have fled.
Left all alone on paths of dread.
Alone, so lost, and dreaming why
I’m left alone, alone to die.
But lost themselves, these lights are gone.
They do not know about the dawn
that shines so bright when it arrives
and breaks the fog with blinding knives.
They seem so dim now that it’s day;
when they return and wish to stay,
since I’m the light now shining bright;
that makes their glare fade in the night.
While days are warm, cold nights reveal
which stars shine true; which lie; which steal.