falling to flying to falling once more

we stand together:

stars in this clear night.

gleaming and glistening, joyous.

but morn comes:

we burn less and less bright.

we worry, whats in store for us?

theyre pulled away by:

the light of a new day.

but im the last shooting star that night.

i fall so so fast:

like a broken-winged bird.

their happy faces are my last sight.