Bexly sits by the fire trying to find the right words for the song floating around in her head. She takes out her old leather-bound book and scribbles down her thoughts:
The stars above
Hold the maps that are undreamed of
The stars above
Shine the same on all of
The close and the far ones
Bold are we who dare to dream
Of mountains far and cities carved in stone
The stars above
Aline the same on all of
The lost and found ones
The stars above
Told the way from me to you
Moon shine lights the path
All you have to do is follow the maps that are undreamed of
The stars above
Shine the same on all of
The close and the far ones
The stars above
Told the way from me to you
