I wish upon a star. That I could be a star. Not the famous or drawing type either. I want to be a star of the night. The star I want to be disappears at day. But when the night comes, thousands of little lights come out. They have the perfect life. And when you die someone gets to have a wish. A wish that someday might be granted. Stars are the perfect thing to want to be. Everyone would look at your beauty. Everyone would look at you because you mark the end of a day and the coming of a new one.