when i see the sky
i think, "oh, to be a star"
living among clouds
in my last dying breaths
i want to be kind
i want to cradle an animal so tenderly
and tell it that it'll all be okay
i want to lay it to rest
in a meadow, with baby's breath and asters
and i want to sing it a lullaby
the one its mother sang to it
when it was just starting to be