A little boy looked up to the clouds
As the rain caressed his young face
Wishing for a shooting star
To appear during the day
For every one of his troubles
Seemed greater than the last
Yet for this young crusader
His worries would never last
He grew up to become the star
He hoped to see that day
That little impossible sign
That everything would be okay
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
A little boy looked up to the clouds
As the rain caressed his young face
Wishing for a shooting star
To appear during the day
For every one of his troubles
Seemed greater than the last
Yet for this young crusader
His worries would never last
He grew up to become the star
He hoped to see that day
That little impossible sign
That everything would be okay