I've always wanted to be a star,
Sparkling in the sky, looking down on everyone.
Everything might seem to be far,
At least I'll be close the sun.
I could feel the warmth and comfort,
Like I'm wearing a fluffy jumper.
But being a star could also mean being lonely,
You could try to get to know me.
But its not that easy.
Being a star could bring some happiness and joy,
Since it's my choice.
What if a star isn't all that talk,
And instead bought sadness and distraught.
What if they are the fallen ones,
And couldn't properly breathe from their lungs.
Maybe crying for help and to you its silenced
Returning back to its violence.
