My wishing star fell from the heavens and into the depths of hell
Leaving me without a hope to fill this hollow shell
So if you wonder why my head's down, it because I've searched for it in the sky
Finding it's light has been extinguished without a single goodbye

Hell has come by once or twice and knocked upon the floorboards
Taunting me and prodding an already open sore
The thing that remains to be decided is whether or not I'd want it back
Knowing the charred remains lie somewhere as it's luminous white turns black

So hear I stand with head to the ground and tears welling up in my eyes
Hearing the darkening sky which gives me reason to cry
Not a hope, not a dream, not a song, not a wish, not one story to tell
Not since my wishing star fell from the heavens and into the depths of hell