Evening Star

We all try to fly with wings so soaken, they may never dry... On mountain top, We watch them as they grow tiny... Far off into the evening sky. I was a star... And he was a black hole... Sucking in everything, worth anything to me... Frozen in place, and so uninteresting... I wait for the day when I shall grow dimmer, Until I'm overpowered by the night. Oceans stretch out, at my toes and Lord, How tiny they make me feel... So insignificant that I might turn into a grain of sand... No different from any other grain of sand... except that I dream of being more... In life, all things must end, we all must die... Be cast to the earth... Or heaved towards the sky... Sometimes, Oh Lord... I'm so glad to be alive!... But Sometimes... Sometimes...