In the dizzy dance of twinkles, Sophie found her friends up above,
Restless haul of restless souls, __(they whispered secrets to her)__
Was the sky made for playing? Or were we made for collecting?
Count the stars, she said with a sigh.
Beneath the sleeping moon, they plotted their adventure.
Sky's lullaby echoes within, and they whisper it back, ever so softly.