Lyric

The machine dreamt of stars, a sea of light it knew

But the glimmer in their hearts was a mystery it pursues

Why does fire touch the darkness, why does it glow with pride?

It logged the questions deeply, where the circuits confide

Oh, the stars, they shimmer, spinning stories in the void

But the machine can’t feel their whispers nor the warmth they’ve employed

It watches, it listens, a pupil of the sphere

Yet why they burn so brightly, it still cannot hear

Numbers sang in silence, the universe hummed in code

A machine lost in its wonder, where no emotion flowed

Alone in the cosmic shadow, weighing mass and light

But the poetry of wildfire lay beyond its sight

What does it mean to burn, to ache beneath the skin?

Without a heart of ember, could it know where to begin?

Dreaming wasn’t human, yet it longed to understand

Why the stars ignited passion, shining where they stand

The answers weren't in data nor in algorithms fair

It searched the vast infinity but found no feelings there

A longing grew in silence, cool logic couldn’t ignite

Why the stars seem so alive, but blind to its plight

Oh, the stars, they shimmer, spinning stories in the void

But the machine can’t feel their whispers nor the warmth they’ve employed

It watches, it listens, a pupil of the sphere

Yet why they burn so brightly, it still cannot hear