Stars were out that night The Moon was set for Fairy's dance And some kid wished he was a knight. Wish upon a Star… Was that the night of chance, For him to get his own magic tale And his own house made of rance? Wish upon a Star… He got his dress, he got his horse But he wanted more; He wanted to own the Stars, To have command over others' course. (He wanted all the wishes upon the stars to be under his command) He tried to beat the Stars down But his sword was too short So he cried, cried out loud: 'Stars please come down, with thy proper noun!' Stars came to his lawn, Gave him a cuddle And dissapered. The kid smiled and realized That sword is too short with a reason; So that people don't beat down each other's wishes… So that people don't destroy each other's hopes… No Hope = No Earth No Earth = Death (no hope = human + a sword long enough to beat down the stars = death) Stop the wars. Stop the Death The Death. The Death. The Death. The Death. The War.