Sons of the night,
Daughters of the moon,
A people of majestic stars,
All birthed from a mother's womb.

They've never known the sun's sweet kiss.
Never felt the warmth of day.
Choose rather to follow a young child's dream
And light their own way.

At times a star may fall.
And the moon not fully shine.
While a storm invades the night,
They yet know they are divine.

They each have had to struggle.
Many have even cried.
But they know there is no need to worry,
For in the almighty God do they abide.