Each night I observe the constellations
and connect to something larger than we are.
It's Gods beauty for all of these creations.
Faith is pulling me up even higher than a star!

The moon is smiling bright in its elation.
It doesn't seem for me that very far!
I'm trying hard to follow its notation.
The notes are climbing steady on the bar.

I know I'm going to last the duration.
I'm catching all the moonbeams in a jar.
I'm never going to reach the saturation.
You see I'm speeding faster than a racing car!

There is for me this time no cessation!
The dark sky is sticking like I'm a feather in its tar.
I never before believed in reincarnation.
But how can you explain something this bizarre?