The Meaning of the Sky
Look up,
look up,
at the stars and know that no matter what happens with us,
each star is hung in that big sky for a reason.
The stars are for how many times we've kissed
the brightness of the moon is for how much i love you
the sky so black and cold is the space in our hearts we may feel sometimes
but the shooting stars,
the shooting stars,
are our love flashing through the sky showing us the beauty that can come out of darkness c
Love can come out of pain
englufing our hearts and
setting our soul on fire
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