The stars are out tonight.
It's the first time I have looked at them in a long time.
It's been cloudy in my soul, a mirror image to the sky.
I look at them, I mean really look deeply at them,
They are more to me than some bright dot in the sky.
They are a way to see past all that I am.
God, who calls them by name,
He must remember me too then.
God, He calls me by name.
The call stirs deeply in my heart,
Something I can't explain
The memory of another place, with other stars.
To see the stars in their familiar shapes,
In the patterns that mean so much to me
They are a glimpse at the past and to the future.