Old Stars

beyond the peak of any mountain strange as shifting clouds on high a wizard stands beside a fountain counting time as it runs by he has a job that's never ending as he tallies every soul and the message he is sending says we never need grow old oh yes we know that we must die do you think that is the end think of all the times we cry forgiveness drifts upon the wind the wizard makes his count for good as the moments pass him by and in the end where he had stood a gate is opened in the sky beyond that gate the blazing sun and some stars we surely know will declare the battle won showing us where old stars go