Staring at the stars up high,
So many questions has my yearning soul
Which my eyes couldn't even deny,
Though trying a lot to control.

These stars keep saying that they're here for me always,
But I find it very difficult to believe
Are they just telling me because they're tired of my ugly crying face?
Or, they never had it in mind to deceive?

Someone already caused this tears,
And more are still going to be freed
Let me know, am I really unworthy of love and care?
Or perhaps, am I just invisible for the world to see?

To all these questions, I might just never find answers,
Until the stars gain the ability to speak back
So till then, I remain a believer
Silently hoping for their feedbacks...