Across the World

In the warmth of her home, she lay down her head The fire flickered in the night Leaving shadows of comfortable sight “Goodnight mom” the little girl said, it was time for bed Across the world, the boy laid in a shed Without his mom or dad, it did not seem right The fire fell down and he lost all his sight It was time for bed, without even a bite of bread Two different places, yet we are all the same Each person trying to hold onto their flame The night gives us fear, with nothing able to see But we wait for the morning, this is the key We do what we can with where we are All we can do sometimes is wish upon a wishing star