When I was both young and naive,
I believed in anything,
And u told me that the twinkling stars,
Were ******* by a string.
That the moment I had joined this earth,
A brand new one was strung,
And every night out there in space,
My sparkling star still hung.
As it rose I'd ask the wise old moon,
Which star up there was mine,
Guessing that which point of light,
My life had caused to shine.
But nights are not eternal,
Nor is naivety or youth,
And the world was quick to tell me,
What I'd thought was not the truth.
It wasn't the string that stopped the stars,
From falling of the sky,
And u didn't get to untie yours,
When u kiss this world goodbye.


But I think there's always some things,
That pure knowledge can't explain,
And I'll stick to what u told me,
Though the world thinks me insane,

For it's hard to say what isn't true,
And see clearly which things are,
When on the night u slipped from earth,
I SAW A SHOOTING STAR...