When I was a just little girl,
I used to make a wish,
On the first star I'd see in the sky,
A night I'd never miss,
I was a small hopeful child,
Thinking that the universe,
Was hearing my voice,
And listening to each verse.
But as I grew older,
I stopped wishing on stars,
Because they never came true,
No matter how loud they are,
Though every once and a while,
I'll glance up at the sky,
And the stars I wished upon,
Just wondering why.
Why I stopped believing,
That wishes could come true,
Knowing that I missed the stars,
Wondering if they missed me too.
