When Will the Stars Fade
By Rob Munera
When will the stars fade?
I asked my grandpa
When I was a
boy
And he’d always tell me the story.
The stars will fade
When your
grandchildren's children
Are old and gone,
The stars will
fade someday,
And die out
But not until they're
ready.
My grandpa said,
Do right my people,
Do well in
the world,
And love your family,
And the stars
Will never
die…
By that time,
When the stars are gone
There will
be no wrong,
No evil.
By that time
When the stars are
gone
You’d have already moved on
To the next
world
“Your own little paradise”
Grandpa
said.
Wherethe stars still fly high
And shine bright
In the
night.
Even in light
They glow.
The stars are us.
We are the stars.
And although we pass
They will still be there to shine.
And watch over our children-
My children. My family.
And nowI know somewhere,
Grandpa is up there,
Watching over me,
And protecting me.
Saving me.
I know
By this night
When all is quiet
But the peaceful lightning bug flying around
In envy of those stars,
That I will pass, too
That I will soon
See my paradise
And watch over my children.
I know
By this night
When the stars fade
Everything will be okay.
When will the stars fade?
I asked my grandpa
When I was a boy
And he’d always tell me the story.
By this night,
When my body lies motionless,
And my voice is speechless,
Do not stand by my grave
And cry.
Do not shed tears for me
Until your eyes dry out.
Forever
I am reborn in the world above
Where all is good and wonderful.
Where the good people of earth go
And the evil stands at the front gate.
I am the wind-
Always there but never seen.
I am the gentle spring rain
That brings life onto earth.
When the world sleeps
In the cold of winter,
I am there to bring it back to life.
I am the stars
That hovers above your head.
I shine brilliantly.
I will not die.
When you awaken
In the morning hush
When the air is cold
Andthe sky is gray,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of beauty and birds
Chirping in flight.
When my time comes-all I ask
Do not stand by my grave
And cry.
For I will not die
By Rob Munera
When will the stars fade?
I asked my grandpa
When I was a
boy
And he’d always tell me the story.
The stars will fade
When your
grandchildren's children
Are old and gone,
The stars will
fade someday,
And die out
But not until they're
ready.
My grandpa said,
Do right my people,
Do well in
the world,
And love your family,
And the stars
Will never
die…
By that time,
When the stars are gone
There will
be no wrong,
No evil.
By that time
When the stars are
gone
You’d have already moved on
To the next
world
“Your own little paradise”
Grandpa
said.
Wherethe stars still fly high
And shine bright
In the
night.
Even in light
They glow.
The stars are us.
We are the stars.
And although we pass
They will still be there to shine.
And watch over our children-
My children. My family.
And nowI know somewhere,
Grandpa is up there,
Watching over me,
And protecting me.
Saving me.
I know
By this night
When all is quiet
But the peaceful lightning bug flying around
In envy of those stars,
That I will pass, too
That I will soon
See my paradise
And watch over my children.
I know
By this night
When the stars fade
Everything will be okay.
When will the stars fade?
I asked my grandpa
When I was a boy
And he’d always tell me the story.
By this night,
When my body lies motionless,
And my voice is speechless,
Do not stand by my grave
And cry.
Do not shed tears for me
Until your eyes dry out.
Forever
I am reborn in the world above
Where all is good and wonderful.
Where the good people of earth go
And the evil stands at the front gate.
I am the wind-
Always there but never seen.
I am the gentle spring rain
That brings life onto earth.
When the world sleeps
In the cold of winter,
I am there to bring it back to life.
I am the stars
That hovers above your head.
I shine brilliantly.
I will not die.
When you awaken
In the morning hush
When the air is cold
Andthe sky is gray,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of beauty and birds
Chirping in flight.
When my time comes-all I ask
Do not stand by my grave
And cry.
For I will not die