Meteor
Lighting up and getting high,
They think they're getting wings to fly;
But all inside is sinking low
As their minds to nowhere go.
Yet whose to blame when the only stars
They ever watch to pass the hours
Are taking drugs and playing their games
To pursue a little fame?
O star so bright, so pure your fire,
Burn in this night a little higher.
Put down the joint, the weed, the drugs
That twist your mind and sludge your lungs
That break up families and shatter lives;
They're backstabbers, murderous lies.
And instead give someone love
Who's lived in darkness and had it rough,
So you by aiming up so high
May earn your wings, and radiant, fly.
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