(That Thing I Do)

Even Stars Grow Weary

You’ve walked with me through falling skies and rising dust,
In every step, in you I trust.
In cold of night and blaze of day,
You stand by me through white and gray.
Immaculate, yet humble, you now stand worn,
Never once have you left me forlorn,
In this realisation, I grow teary –
Eventually, even stars grow weary.