On a park bench, life unfolds
There's stardust on the girl's hair
A wanderer with his plastic bags
There's stardust on the jacket's shoulders
On the edge of the sandbox
A father watches his little child
There's stardust in the child's bucket
A young man entered the room
Doesn't want to be alone
There's stardust on the hotel's glass table
Grandma wipes with her sleeve
A picture of a young soldier
From the decades, stardust remained
Church, a summer Saturday
Stardust mixes with the rice
Carries a man in her arms
There's stardust under the urn's lid
A mother takes to her breast
There's still stardust in their eyes
For a moment of life, all the bells ring
A moment of life everyone honors