THE GIRL WHO COLLECTS FALLEN STARS – DAVID VESTURE
She walks when the night is breathing,
Bare feet over silver ground.
With a lantern made of moonlight,
She can hear the smallest sound.
Every wish that’s cracked or broken,
Every dream that slipped too far
She kneels down in the darkness
For another fallen star.
She’s the girl who collects fallen stars,
Holds their trembling in her hands.
Takes the pieces of the light we lose
And gives them one more chance.
Though the world may never see her,
Still she mends what once was ours.
In the quiet of the midnight,
She returns the fallen stars.
Some are filled with old forgiveness,
Some are soaked in silent tears.
Some remember words unspoken
That were carried through the years.
She hums a tune of gentle healing,
Soft as wind through cedar trees
And the stars pulse while she’s singing
Like they’re learning how to breathe.
She’s the girl who collects fallen stars,
Holds their trembling in her hands.
Takes the pieces of the light we lose
And gives them one more chance.
Though the world may never see her,
Still she mends what once was ours.
In the quiet of the midnight,
She returns the fallen stars.
Maybe once she lost her own light,
Maybe no one helped it shine.
Maybe kindness grows the brightest
From a hurt we leave behind.
But she offers up her courage
To the sky that never sleeps
So the ones who gave up wishing
Still have something they can keep.
She’s the girl who collects fallen stars,
And she lifts them to the night
All the scattered hopes of strangers
Joining constellations bright.
If you think you’ve lost your meaning,
If you feel you’ve slipped too far…
Know that somewhere in the darkness
She is carrying your star.
And the sky glows just a little
Where her footprints softly are.
She will walk until the sunrise…
Still collecting fallen stars.
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