I stay at that old tree house,
My dad made when I was young.
Waiting for the sunset,
and the darkening of the sky.
Trying to catch a shooting star at night.
He told me when I was younger,
"Wishes do come true,
when wished on a wishing star."
Looking up in a starry night,
Oh, star!
Fall down on me.
Please, make me make a wish.
A wish,
I know someday,
will ever come true.
Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 6:08 AM UTC
I stay at that old tree house,
My dad made when I was young.
Waiting for the sunset,
and the darkening of the sky.
Trying to catch a shooting star at night.
He told me when I was younger,
"Wishes do come true,
when wished on a wishing star."
Looking up in a starry night,
Oh, star!
Fall down on me.
Please, make me make a wish.
A wish,
I know someday,
will ever come true.
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