Somewhere, they say
A star is born,
A star is born,
So many stars there are.
Some twinkle with sparkle
Like the Princess of Wales
Some, like Rich Mullins
Sing poet's tales,
And Mother Teresa heals where it ails
And Mother Teresa heals where it ails
Somewhere, they say,
That everyday
A star is born,
A star is born,
So many stars there are.
They form constellations
They bring adulations
When they're shining so bright in the night.
Star, my Star, so sweet to me
Our friendship now must close
Star, my Star, so sweet to me
Is this the way life goes?
Remember I told you we'll hike again
Near Heaven's golden billows,
By a sea of glass in timeless fields
With common joy our pillows.
The muzzle of death with its iron leash
Cannot with you repose;
Though a light's gone out in the tunnel
An awesome God still glows.
Written when our dog Star died, Sept. 27, 1997, in Belvidere, IL, at time when the Christian songwriter Rich Mullins, and Diana, the Princess of Wales, also died.