Every night I looked into the sky
Wondering if the stars ever felt the sorrow we bring ourselves
If stars fell when a life was taken by someone else
Or a star died from someone taking their own life
Maybe one was reborn when someone found the courage to stand up
Or one grew brighter when someone found love
I wondered if watching the stars was like watching everyone's life
I felt as though I knew everyone on a deeper level
But then the next night came
And All the stars had moved
I wondered if the sun represented me
Burning big and bright
The one in millions that stood out
I wondered if I were able to catch a falling star Someone would be given a second chance
And with all my what ifs, hopes and dreams I stood outside every night
Prepared to catch your falling star
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