On a piece of paper
With a simple pen
I drew a ladder,
Studded with stars.
Beautiful golden stars.
There was none of silver.
I wanted a ladder
To climb to the Moon
To go up to the Moon
And dry your little eyes,
I'm not worth the stars,
Like humble steps
Is it because they are golden
In an indigo blue sky?
I just know that they do not serve me
To get there.
Stars and stars,
Painted with much love,
I want to go to the moon
And fill it with color!
