The stars.

The world just seems to move forward.
While there are people rejoicing, people suffering,
The seasons change as they always did.
The summer doesn't seem to care who it burns,
and an autumn harvest's surplus,
cares not for the ones dying of starvation.

I knew you were crying when you thought I was smiling,
But you just never seemed to ask.
We all suffered,
Through pride and selfishness.
The stars told me the story,
and your stained cheeks told me you were lying.

Isolated,
I was sitting betrayed alone.
Remembering your head on my chest,
and my arms around your shoulders.
The stars told me the story,
and my stained shirt reminded me to keep trying.

But the world just seems to move forward.
While there are people rejoicing, people suffering,
The seasons change as they always did.
The summer doesn't seem to care who it burns,
and an autumn harvest's surplus,
cares not for the ones dying of starvation.