Get up and make a loop,
Cross your fingers,
And make a wish and dream...
Death offered the best escape.
Death,
Is painless for those who died,
And painful for those who felt.
Death,
Takes away!
Death,
Does not give!
Death,
He destroys.
Death,
He does not heal.
Let go...
Let go of those wishes and dreams.
Because Death came that night,
And turned my special shooting star,
Into Stardust.
Writtten by: Paul Joshua B. Santiago