I had a dream about the stars

I had a dream about a star, and in my dream I saw a rock;
and on this rock there was a soul, and in the soul there was a boy.

In this boy's soul there was a noise that called out to my own,
and these souls to our surprise sounded so alike.

If our souls sound alike what else might be the same,
tell me if I am insane to be believing these things then.

Might there be life somewhere else, is now a thing of the past;
when they'll tell us that there is, will be just another thing.

Those that know and always knew, those that feel and always felt;
some that left and some that stayed, and some will deny it to the end.

Though if you look just close enough you'll find the right folk at their post,
whose hunger will not be satisfied until they find my boy upon his star.