The Prettiest Star

You will be my rest and peace child

I moved up to take a place, near you

So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tried
It's a trick to make you see wide
It can all but break your heart, in pieces

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the dark
How you moved is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star

One day, though it might as well be someday
You and I will rise up all the way
All because of what you are
The Prettiest Star

--David Bowie