[Intro] They told me stars would fall to Earth. They said even the sky would pass away. I was just a kid. I made room in my pockets. [Verse 1] They told me stars would fall; I made room in my pocket, Watched the dark for a loose one, first in line to spot it. Hands up to the sky like the sky owed me change, Little lights above my head, never questioned their range. Blue overhead? A roof. That horizon? A wall. I thought the world had an edge, somewhere past it all. Every time I moved, that line moved too, But I called it the end, 'cause that was my view. Grown folks spoke with a confident tone, So I wore their conclusions like thoughts of my own. Didn't ask how far, didn't question the scale, Took a cosmic prediction for a matter-of-fact tale. One day the stars would drop? I believed every word, Kept my eyes on the night for the first one to hurtle. Funny looking back at the plans I had made: Trying to catch a whole star like a coin in an arcade. [Hook] Pockets ready! Eyes on the sky! They said stars would fall; I never asked why. Pockets ready! Now tell me where they'd land. Our Sun is one of them. Try holding that in your hand! [Verse 2] First shock: the Sun's a star. Hold up, rewind. That little dot idea? Had to leave it behind. Earth beside the Sun, look at the difference in scale, My pocket-sized universe was a spectacular fail. You said stars would fall? Where would they even fit? Our own star dwarfs the planet. Think about it a bit. And that streak they called a star, racing through the night? Space debris through the air, leaving trails of light. No giant star came loose, no piece of heaven fell, A beautiful mistake with a convincing name to sell. The horizon wasn't Earth's edge; I could walk and watch it move, Not a border on the planet, just the limit of my view. Thought the Sun went down like somebody pulled a shade, Turns out Earth was turning; that's how nighttime came. Same stars, same planet, but the picture wouldn't stay, Every question pulled another false assumption away. [Hook] Pockets ready! Eyes on the sky! They said stars would fall; I never asked why. Pockets ready! Now tell me where they'd land. Our Sun is one of them. Try holding that in your hand! [Verse 3] Now here's where it gets interesting. Follow the claim: An ancient page predicts it, generations repeat the same. Stars falling onto Earth, a cosmic final scene, But nobody ever told that kid how big a star had been. Call it a metaphor? Fine. But that's not what I was taught. They presented it as truth, not a possibility or thought. You can dress a claim in certainty, repeat it every year, Still can't make the universe obey because you hold it dear. I don't need a louder voice; I need something I can test. If the evidence contradicts it, why pretend it passed the test? A thousand people saying it won't change a single fact, And tradition isn't proof just because it stretches back. Here's the part that makes me laugh, the irony runs deep: We outgrow our childhood clothes, but some ideas we keep. I was waiting for a star with my pockets open wide, Now I ask how much we know before deciding what's outside. [Final Hook] Pockets ready! Eyes on the sky! They said stars would fall; I never asked why. Pockets ready! Now tell me where they'd land. Our Sun is one of them. Try holding that in your hand! [Final Bars] I grew outta those pockets, the universe didn't shrink, They wrote the stars an ending with a little drop of ink. But stars don't read those pages, don't care what prophets say, I kept my pockets ready. They're still burning anyway! [End] © 2026 Quantum Soul All rights reserved
