Death of a Star

She was lonely in the night,
Up high in the blue of the sky.
She had no love, she had no faith,
But she kept shining night after night.
Like all the others she had dreams,
But all those dreams, they faded away.
Why was she crying in the mist?
Why didn't she talk, why didn't she pray?
Why was she burning in her heart?
She never answered, she never spoke,
She only stared down at the world,
But the flames consumed her soul,
And she was never seen again.
They say she died a night of cold,
But never knew why did she go,
Until one day we dared to see
Below our feet, past through the clouds,
An earth of men made up of hate,
And we surely knew why she gave up soon.
Why would you enlight a world that's doomed?
When all your light turns back as shadows,
And what you feel remains so shallow,
Isn't it better to die in light
than to be burned by the reflection of stars?