The brightest star in the dark of night
Might just be the Watchers' light
Mysterious beings up on high
Assessing all as we pass by
Who are these who guide our way?
Are they there ev'ry single day?
Do they guide us,as we strive
To keep our hopes of love alive
Do they help when we feel down?
Can they swap, smile for frown?
Questions, questions, I don't know!
My path divides, which way to go.
Then, of course, could it be true
That we're exhibits in their zoo?
