Shooting Star

I cried, I cried, I cried

For the shooting star out of my sight

I made wishes all my life

For things that were never in my lines

For when the sun used to rise

I used to have the perfect sleep

The night was the best time for it

And I used to think I’m the star

And so I need to glitter through the nights

It’s the day where my presence doesn’t count

And I let the sadness on myself mount

My castle of sand

On the beach of dreams

By one yawn of her

It all got sweeped

Now I carry myself

Like a loaf of bread

Waiting to be sliced

For the celebration to begin!