whats it like to catch a falling star?
cause it seems thats what i really need
to hold in my hands a part of the sky
someplace distant, someplace far
I can’t tell you, so don’t bother asking why
I’m out here seeking, seeking
hands outstretched for falling trinkets
light through darkness streaking
eyes wide open, a heart that wont stop hoping
there’s a meaning to the words i write
some purpose that’s yet to take flight
some reason why this desire
like some ruthless fire
refuses to stop
but its motive remains a mystery
I’m out here seeking, seeking
hands outstretched for falling trinkets
light through darkness streaking
eyes wide open, a heart that wont stop hoping
I’m out here seeking, seeking
hands outstretched for falling trinkets
light through darkness streaking
eyes wide open, a heart that wont stop hoping
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