You can’t always see the stars shine at night. They seem so dim, as if they’re about to fade. And yet, you stay, waiting for them to burn bright.

I can’t give you their light, but I fight to bring you the sun.
To shun the dark, to end the night. The weight of the universe weighs down on my back, and my heart is about to crack. I know you see, the burden it is to me.

I want to make you believe.
The shadow here, the empty space.
It comes and goes, when memory’s wave flows.

I’m not lost, just burning low.
No smile, no glow.
But my voice is clear.
To you, my dear: Please hold on.
Don’t miss me, I’m not gone.