We made a home for our wishes in the stars;while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.

Stars are empty places in the sky until you make them a home for your dreams.

The moon is alive because of the darkness - how could we ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

All I’ve ever wanted was a home so I could rest;but even the years were left empty with no heart to call my ownand suddenly I realised the truth,that the words I keptwere the only way to forget.

My love is like a lonely lightwandering through the darknesssearching for a home.