I step into the night,
and feel the cold bite my skin.
I spread my wings in phantom flight,
and feel that gnawing cold within.
I look up and see the stars
Made of harsh and icy tin.
One little star lies in my hand,
without two thoughts, I take it in.
A softer heart, a warmer soul,
liberated...is it such a sin?
I wish it could be so easy
To return his love to him.
