100 Stars

100 stars, all in the sky,
Beautiful and delicate, circling as we fly.
Reaching out a hand,
But they slip away,
100 stars aren't mine,
at least not today.

One is my friend, who I miss every day;
Another is a boy, who didn't like me anyway.
Even so, I'm sad,
For they are not for me;
Only something I can look at,
Only something I can see.

For others they're just 100 stars, drifting in the sky,
Twisting and turning, circling as I fly.
They won't reach out a hand,
To see them slip away,
For those stars are mine,
Mine, every day.

Spread Your Wings

Time has spoken,
For the fight you led,
The peace of your actions,
The words that you said.

You fought for my equals,
Transformed our world,
By your loving devotion,
For young and for old.

You changed our world's future,
And opened our eyes,
To those whom we hated,
The ones we despised.

We learned they're our equals,
Not those we should fear;
You made our hearts open,
And now they're so dear.

Oh, how I admire
The peace that you brought.
You spread your wings wide,
You faithfully fought —

And now our world's free:
For black and for white,
For young and for old,
Because of your fight.