Note: I meant this to be from Arabella's POV, in a sort of 'Standing by Pride' (which I am co-writing now) poem, but whatever. I also found a loophole--Mrs. Figg was too old anyway, but her DAUGHTER could be a witch, right? Yeah, I'm incorrigable, grabbing at straws.
You tell me everything's all right
And tuck me in, hold me tight
whisper to me after you turn out the light
hold me close, struggle as I might
My star shines brighter
my star shines clearer
My star shines lighter
My star holds me, holds me in its embrace
My constellation that shares my bed, comforts me
Loves me, beside me
He is my star...
But stars only come out at night
I love you, make everything right
in a world where everything is wrong
I need you, sing me a lullaby song
to frighten the dangers of my mind away
to bring you back to me each day
Auror, warrior--does too much
come back and hold me tight
for something is horribly wrong tonight
My star does not shine
covered by darkness and grime
hidden in Azkaban, death of stars
And thirteen years creep by, are gone
My star shines brighter
My star shines clearer
but my star needs me now...
Sirius, dog star, dog form, star of mind
Black for the night, Black for my dreams
of Love and despair--
My star,
shine for me tonight.