Why am i always chasing after
Stars out of reach in the sky?
When my wings are broken and useless,
And i dont even know how to fly?
Why do i stare at the heavens
And wish for angels in the clouds?
When im trpped on the cold earth
And rooted firm in the desolate ground?
What would the galaxys want
With a wandering soul in the dark?
When there are comets amongst the planets,
That leave sparkling trails in their hearts?
Ill cut out of sail from my dreams,
And crash my cracked ship in the sea.
I doubt there will be any stars in heaven
That shine in remeberance of me.