Falling through the shooting stars
Searching for the light
Cause the flame I coveted
Was trapped in the night
They were stars already
But I was looking at the flame
Cause my greedy ambitions
Didn't fancy a bargain
So down and down I sank
My eyes seeking the light
Tearing canvas of the sky
Searching for the high
Unable to hold my breath anymore
I fainted like an autumn leaf
My throat turned sore
I lost the track like a raft from it's shore;
Those shimmering shooting starts of mine;
Came to rescue me
Tenderly carrying me on their lap
They mended all the mishap;
Together then we ran for the blaze;
And when I was about to catch it
I noticed I wasn't the same,
As I was when the game began;
Anyways, I'd finally held the flame!
If I had ignored the little stars,
How would I ever have got my want?
Now whenever I look back and see
A child confused, and weak,
Crying for it's dreams in a ruthless bleak,
I shout and tell him
To believe in the shooting stars!
Cause they might not be the flame for which you screech;
They'll surely bring them into your reach!!
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