What if each of the stars in the sky is a soul
Sprinkling dust on the broken who feel less than whole
If the dearly departed were taken control
To avoid our heart breaking in two
What if each gust of wind is your head being kissed
By the angels of love who will always be missed
When you sink to the bottom you\'re topping their list
Paving paths you can safely walk through
What if when at it\'s darkest you\'re wearing a cloak
Llike the white bit surrounding the yellowy yolk
Memories of the good things and last time you spoke
Rushing up to the front of the queue
What if each ray of sunshine on warming skin
Has been guided by those held or carried within
They\'ve been knocking so long when you letting them in
Never resting as long as there\"s you