The stars are all gloating in a selfish matter. Taking my wish and keeping them for them selves. They hog the skies. And blind the truth with all there lies. They seem to think they own the world. Shining down in there holy glow. They fib to the children. Steal all of there dreams. Crush there hopes as they gleam. They force more tear than there are of them selves. So all of the children can put there dreams back on the shelves.