Night falls, darkness comes,
But stars shine bright in my room.
Twinkling lights on my ceiling high,
A magic show, passing by.

Like diamonds in the sky,
They're like the charms I tied as a girl's wish high
They sparkle as I lie

In this starry room, I'm free,
My worries fade, peaceful me.
Under the stars, shining bright,
I drift off, to a peaceful night
© Ananya mishra