I gaze longingly above,

Towards the vast stars; I love,

To hold, the hand of such is bliss;

In losing that feeling, I would miss

My soul, falls lifelessly,

As driftwood, floating aimlessly.

Just once would I like,

For a star to take flight,

And fall from the majestic sky,

And behold it to mine eye.

Fall to my world bright star,

I can see you, not so far.