But the stars heard you.
The heavens answered.
There goes your sign.
But answered signs
Are not answered prayers.
There we go on praying.
Until signs become red flags.
Red flags turn into dead ends.
That is where we stop.
Wonder.
Ask.
We are betrayed by the stars.
By the Orion and constellations and shooting stars.
But where is my Orion when it's pouring fire and rain?
Where do the stars keep all the wishes whispered to them in the silence of the night?
Where do the stars write all the prayers of the fervent hearts?
Is it all in vain?
Are all the words been left out in the black hole to vanish?
And in the silence of the night
We watch the stars yet again.
Asking for a reason to believe in...
That it is all part of the better plan.
We keep our faith on the stars still.
In the hopes that there's still a way.
For the milky way to change whatever is written in the stars