I look to the stars sometimes,
Thinking of all the ones that have fallen,
And turned someones life around,
Making that someone happy.
I often gaze up there,
At the night sky, wandering,
When will a star fall for me?

But, in reality, that star has most likely fallen already.
They could already be right under my nose.
I'm just to blind to see that star.
Or, I could be that star.
With all probability, I'm not.
But I could be that one meant to fix someones life,
To make someone happy.
And, the person that I love, loves me back just the same.

I wonder,
Maybe, just maybe,
What if we are both stars,
That have fallen from that same sky,
Both meant to make the other happy?
Stars don't die, or burn out.
They live on forever.
In our hearts.
In our memories.