It is now forgotten,
The dreams I once written,
I wrote it above the dark sky.
But then it faded as the time pass by.

I forgot it as I forgot about myself.
Like an old book, I left under the shelf.
I was blinded with other things.
That it slowly vanished along with the joy it brings

It was my guiding star
Just one glance from afar
And will know the perfect path to take
And gives hope whenever I’m in ache.