I want to be a star,
Shooting through the midnight sky,
On a clear moonlit night in the middle of May.
No cloud in sight or care in the world,
Just dust aimlessly burning through the atmosphere.
Fervent as a flame that Native Indians may have danced around;
A fire to keep warm.
Or a candle flickering in the dark when the power shuts off,
Because you couldn’t afford to pay your bills,
And all that’s left to fill the void of the night is hope;
Hope and serenity from that single light burning through the night sky,
Mesmerizing as an iridescent diamond gleaming,
Or a warrior’s cry.
I want to be the star you wish upon.
When you see that spark of light
Flash before your eyes,
For a moment there’s magic in the world again,
And the world isn’t such a scary place.
You don’t know what I’d give to live as a star,
Shooting through the air without a trace.
For you to believe in yourself again,
And to inspire all your dreams;
Because this life you’re living is so much brighter than what it seems.
If I could light up your life, I would.
But if only,
I were a star.