Yet, you gave me the gift of Orion
One clear starry night
When I was so in love.
With that came the knowledge
There is something more vast
then my problems as of now
That even when I am dead and gone
Those stars will still shine on
For another to look upon
And can not be possessed
by any one being to own
No matter his power and wealth
It's there for the poorest of man
The youngest of youth
Whether weak or strong
And those memories of Orion
Are sometimes bitter or sweet
For they will always be of you
Your gift to me one starry night
One that could not be taken
The way you took my heart
