A starlet stands alone in the night,
Felling the pull of the dark velvet sky,
She stares at her sparkling star,
and dreams her hopeful dreams.

Dreams she knows may never be real,
Still she stands there staring at the sky.
She feels it to be foolish, yet she stays,
For she knows of nothing else.

She soon turns away,
She feels the pull no longer,
Walking away into the night.
She glances up at her sparkling star,
Dreaming her precious dreams.
She knows of nothing else.