Twinkle, twinkle, little stars. Bright and dark, near and far.
Some stars tell stories, others hide truths. Truths that whisper when the night is quiet, when the moon is shy.
In the sky, you can find some pals, the ugly truths, looking for joy in their shyness.
The sun sleeps, but the stars sing silly songs of what's real, what's not. Sometimes they cry, sometimes they laugh — an endless game of hide and seek.
Did you hear? The stars are tired of hiding. Maybe tonight, they'll show you their smiles.